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From: julie.hayne@his.com (Julie Hayne) Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1993 19:45:14 Walking Through a Wasted Land, by Richard Thompson, from Across a Crowded Room
AI'm walking through a wasGted Dland AThe softs are concGrete and Dbusk AWhatever happened Gto this Dcountry F#mWhere is the Ehand you can Dtrust DWalk EDown, DWalk EDown, DWalk EDown
I remember when the farmer was ashamed If he never put his hand to a plow You can buy a lot of shame with your money he'd riding in a limousine now Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Now sweat is the name of this town It's an ugly old dirty old disgrace And now that the steel's shut down It's steel puts the sweat in a man's face Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Now I should have a break like you But somebody stepped off the ditch Heads are gonna roll someday If we ever get this yoke off our necks. Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Solo Well I'm walking through a wasted land I'm walking through a wasted land Where is the future we planned' I'm walking through a wasted land Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down