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From: ken@codon.nih.gov (Ken Weeks)
Subject: Re: REQ: St. of Circumstance by the Dead

I have these chords in an old file donated by a kind anonymous net.friend -
can't take the credit or the blame. Haven't tried playing it myself.
Proceed at your own risk! (-;

BOBBEEEEEEEE! BRING BACK SAILOR/SAINT!!!!! (-*

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Saint of Circumstance  [Weir/Barlow]

        [Intro: A G D E ]

        (E)          A       C#m       G             Bm E
        This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line.
                        A        C#m             G       Bm E
        You must be the angel, I thought I might never find.
                           A      G                         F#m  Bm
        Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin' dreams.
                      F#m Bm                          F#m   Bm
        Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around,
                                 A G D       E          A G D
        And the rain fallin' down,     but I never know.
        E         A             C#m              G       Bm   E
        Got to be heaven, cause here's where the rainbow ends.
                          A                     C#m      G         Bm   E
        If this ain't the real thing, then it's close enough to pretend.
                  A         G                            F#m Bm
        When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall.
                                  F#m Bm                         F#m  Bm
        You can hear the silence call,   it's a certain sort of sound,
                                   F (climb)
        Like the rain fallin' down.

        E                       D  A     B E                     D  A    B
        Holes in what's left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues.
       E                   D   A        B              B
        Odds against me been increasin', but I'll pull through.
          E                 D A        B
        I never could read no road map,
              E                           D     A  B
        And I don't know what the weather might do.
                  E                    D       A        B
        Hear that witch wind whine and see the dog star shine,
                D                          Bb               A
        I got a feeling there's no time to lose, no time to lose.

        AaddG F#m E  Bb  A AddG F#m E    | A G D E |4x

        I never know. I don't never know, know, know.

        E              A           C#m      G             Bm  E
        Well it's been heaven, but even the rainbows will end.
               A                         C#m     G
        Now my sails are fillin' and the wind is willin'.
                   Bm            E
        And I'm as good as gone again.
                  A      G                        F#m   Bm
        I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance.
                              F#m   Bm                  F#m    Bm
        Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance.
                                 Bb (climb)                 A G D E
        And the rain fallin' down, (rain fallin' down now).

        Well, I never know now. Just don't know. Just don't know.
        Listen, sure don't know what I going for, (just don't never know).
        But I'm gonna go for it for sure. (maybe goin' on a dream).
        F (climb)                                        A AddG F#m E A
        Maybe goin' on a feelin', maybe goin' on a feelin'


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Ken Weeks    Damage Control,Instrumentation and Computing Section
ken@codon.nih.gov                     BNP/NINDS/NIH/HHS/USA/EARTH

"Listening for the secret, searching for the sound..."