Tabbed by: clementgb

Tuning: Standard (EADGBe)


The whole song is based on the same pattern : 

      A - F#m - E - D


CHORUS :

A                  F#m
   Your sword?s grown old and rusty
E              D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A              F#m 
   It?s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it?s done

And though it?s been a long time
You?re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you?re giving up the gun


VERSE :

A
   When I was 17
F#m
   I had wrists like steel
E                D
   And I felt complete

And now my body fades
Behind a brass charade
And I?m obsolete

But if the chance remained
To see those better days
I?d cut the cannons down

My ears are blown to bits
From all the rifle hits
But I still crave that sound


CHORUS :

A                  F#m
   Your sword?s grown old and rusty
E              D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A              F#m 
   It?s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it?s done

And though it?s been a long time
You?re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you?re giving up the gun


VERSE :

A   
   I heard you play guitar
F#m
   Down at a seedy bar
E                     D
   Where skinheads used to fight

Your Tokugawa smile
And your garbage style
Used to save the night

You felt the coming wave
Told me we?d all be brave
You said you wouldn?t flinch

But in the years that passed
Since I saw you last
You haven?t moved an inch


CHORUS :

A                  F#m
   Your sword?s grown old and rusty
E              D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A              F#m 
   It?s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it?s done

And though it?s been a long time
You?re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you?re giving up the gun


BRIDGE (x7):

A           F#m
   I see you shine in your way         
   E             D
Go on, go on, go on


CHORUS :

A                  F#m
   Your sword?s grown old and rusty
E              D
Burnt beneath the rising sun
A              F#m 
   It?s locked up like a trophy
   E               D
Forgetting all the things it?s done

And though it?s been a long time
You?re right back where you started from
I see it in your eyes
That now you?re giving up the gun