Cold Chisel - When the war is over

^AAin't Nobody Gonna ^C#mSteal This Heart Aw^Day ^AAin't Nobody Gonna S^C#mteal This Heart Aw^Day

^AWhen The War Is ^C#mOver Got To Get Aw^Day ^APack My Bag To ^C#mNo Place In No Time, No D^Day ^AYou And I We Used Each Other's Shoulder ^BmStill So Young But Somehow So Much Older How^D Can I Go Home And^E Not Get Blown A^Away^A *^C#m * ^D* ^A* ^Bm *

^F#m* You And I Had Our S^C#mights Set On Something ^DHope This Doesn't Mean Our ^ADays Are Numbered ^C#mI Got Plans For M^Dore Than A Wanted ^EMan ^F#mAll Around This C^C#mhaos And Madness ^DCan't Help Feeling Nothing M^Aore Than Sadness ^C#mOnly Choice To F^Dace It The Best I C^Ean

^AWhen The War Is Over Got To Start A^Dgain ^ATry To Hold A Trace Of What It Was Back T^Dhen ^AYou And I We Sent Each Other Stories ^BmJust A Page I'm Lost In All Its Glory How^D Can I Go ^EHome And Not Get Blown A^Away