Chris de Burgh - The traveller

^AmIn from the coast Riding like the wind and ^Emracing the moon ^AmShadows on the road Dancing and weaving like a ^Emcrazy fool A h^Amorseman is coming Death in his heart for a ^Emrendezvous And where the ^Gtraveller goes^G7, nobody ^Amknows Where the ^Gtraveller goes^G7, nobody ^Amknows

Fear on every face when he ^Emgoes inside (maybe he's on the run) Get ^Amback from the bar A stranger in town is a ^Emdangerous sight (maybe he's got a gun) "Bri^Amng a bottle of whiskey landlord I want to ^Emtalk for a while" And where the ^Gtraveller goes^G7, a cold wind ^Amblows Where the ^Gtraveller goes^G7, a cold wind ^Amblows

There is something in his eyes, ^Gsomething in his hands You can ^Falmost smell his re^Amvenge And whoever he is after, ^Git will be disaster ^FThis man is gonna ^Etake him to the very ^Amend

Staring at a face he'd seen ^Emsomewhere before (you laid him in the ground) ^AmSuddenly remembered A killing, yes, a murder many ^Emyears before (t'was you that shot him down) He ^Amsaid to a boy, "Saddle me the black, I'll meet^Em you down below "With ^Gthis man I must^G7 talk, with this travell^Amer I go "With ^Gthis man I must^G7 talk, yes with him I ^Ammust go"

"There is something in his e^Gyes, something in his hands I can ^Falmost smell his re^Amvenge And it's me that he's after, ^Git will be disaster ^FThis man is gonna ^Etake me to the very ^Amend"

^Fmaj7And they were ^Fnever ^Gseen a^Amgain