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From: alberter@gypsc.enet.dec.com
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
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Subject: CRD: The Traveller (Chris De Burgh)


Here is number 2.

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	    The Traveller
     Words & Music: Chris De Burgh

Gmaj7 | | | | Bm | A | Bm | A
{Intro...}                   

Bm (x24432@1)                                          F#mIn (244222@1)from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon.
Bm (x24432@1)                                            F#mShadows (244222@1)on the road, dancing and weaving like a crazy fool.
   Bm (x24432@1)                                         F#mA (244222@1)horseman is coming, death in his heart for a rendezvous.
               A (x02220@1)          A7 (x02020@1)             BmAnd (x24432@1)where the traveller goes, nobody knows.
           A (x02220@1)          A7 (x02020@1)      BmWhere (x24432@1)the traveller goes, nobody knows.


A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside.
(Maybe he's on the run)
Get back from the bar, a stranger in town is a dangerous sight
(maybe he's got a gun)
bring a bottle of whiskey landlord, I want to talk for a while
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows.
Where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows.

  Bm (x24432@1)                                 A (x02220@1)   There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
             G (320003@1)                  Bm (x24432@1)   you can almost smell his revenge.
                                 A (x02220@1)   And whoever he is after, it will be a disaster,
          G (320003@1)             F#maj                    Bm (x24432@1)   this man is gonna take   him to the very end.


Well, the landlord he trembled staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before.
(you laid him in the ground)
Suddenly remembered a killing, yes, a murder many years before.
(t'was you that shot him down)
He said to a boy, saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below,
with this man I must talk, with this traveller I go,
with this man I must talk, yes with him I must go.


    (Chorus)

    Gmaj7 (xx5432@1)            G (320003@1)   A (x02220@1)        and they were never seen again.

Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7 | Bm | Gmaj7
{Instrumental ad lib to fade}