After The Rush Hour

G*: 3x0033
C/G: 332010

F, Am, G, Em
F, C/G, G*, Am, G*       (x2)

F          Am
I am the small town linesman
G                  Em
And you'll find me out here on the line.
F          C/G           G*
Searching ceaselessly to simply
       Am      G*       F
Find a place i can call mine.
      Am              G
Every corner of this country
              Em                 F
Criss-crossed out with coloured lines.
          C/G
The city lies before me,
G*              Am      G*   C/G
Another city sprawling out behind.

              Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em
Trapped in suburban England.

F          Am
Since the Scramble ended,
    G              Em
Since the West was won on wagon trails,
F               C/G           G*
It seems the Mazzini's paradisical
  Am    G*      F
Panopticon prevailed.
        Am               G
My walkabouts no longer take me
         Em                   F
Beyond a choice of different jails.
              C/G                       G*
Why should i have to choose a state
            Am      G*       C/G
When every one of them has failed?

              Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em
Trapped in suburban England.

Dm                   C
And i promise not to overthrow the state
      D#(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
  Dm C
I emigrate.

So I have sailed the seven seas alone,
Trying to find a shore I can call home.
But all i found are different flags,
Double-speaking diplomats, and
I do not have time for that.
So I'll declare my own sovereign state,
The borders based on the
Bottoms of my boots,
And i will open embasies
Wherever the hell i please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.

C/G           Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em
Trapped in suburban England.

Dm                   C
And i promise not to overthrow the state
      D#(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
  Dm C
I emiiigrate.
Dm                         C
And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone
       D#(slide up C shape)
As long as where
                           Dm  C
I lay my head i can be my very own.

F  Am  G  Em
   F     C/G         G* Am  G* C/G
I am the Winchester liiiiiiiineman.

              Em        C/G
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
                 Em
Trapped in suburban England.
C/G             Em
But here I will not remain-
C/G
No I'll ride into the sunset,
         Em                     Dm
Where my horse waits on the plain,
                          C slide to  D#
And I keep walking the liiiiiiiiiiiiine.

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