At The Chime

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 From: Harlan L Thompson  
  
   
  
 AT THE CHIME OF A CITY CLOCK- Nick Drake 
  
 A1            A2 
 A city freeze get on your knees 
 A3                    A4 
 Pray for warmth and green paper 
 A1             A2 
 A city drought you're down and out 
 A3                     A4 
 See your trousers down tapered 
 C           F               C                   B      E 
 Saddle up, kick your feet, ride the range of a London street 
 C         F              C                     B     E   B  E 
 Travel to a local plane, turn around and come back again 
  
              A5                 A6 
 And at the chime of a city clock, put up your roadblock 
 A7              A5 
 Hang onto your crown 
        A5                A6 
 For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man 
 A7                     A5 
 Who leaves his armour down 
  
 C F  G F C  C F  G F A 
  
 Stay indoors beneath the floors 
 Talk with neighbors only 
 The games you play make people say 
 You're odd and wierd and lonely 
 A city star won't shine too far on account of the way you are 
 And the beads around your face make you sure to fit back in place 
  
 And at the beat of a city drum, see all your friends come 
 In twos or threes or more 
 For the sound of a busy place is fine for a pretty face 
 Who knows what a face is for 
  
 The city clown will soon fall down 
 Without a face to hide in 
 And he will lose if he won't choose 
 The one he may confide in 
 A seller boy with smokes for sale went to ground with a face so pale 
 And overheard above the change showed his hand and fell out of range 
  
 In the light of the city square find out the face that's fair 
 Keep it by your side 
 When the light of the city falls, you fly to the city walls 
 Take off with your bride 
  
 But at the chime of a city clock, put up your roadblock 
 Hang onto your crown 
 For a stone in a tin can is wealth to the city man 
 Who leaves his armour down 
  
  
 A1 (with pattern) 
 --------------------  A1: x 0 5 0-| x x 
 --------------------  A2: x 0-----| 4 2 x x 
 ----0---0---0---0---  A3: x 0-----| 3 2 x x 
 ----5---5---5---5---  A4: x 0-----| 2 2 x x 
 0-0-------0-----------------------|  (use same pattern) 
 ----------------------------------| 
  
 A5 (with pattern) 
 ---------------------|  A5: x 0 2 2 2 x 
 -----2---2---2---2---|  A6: x 0 2 1 2 x 
 -----2---2---2---2---|  A7: x 0 3 2 2 x 
 -----2---2---2---2---| 
 -0-0-------0---------| 
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 NOTE: chances are pretty good that this is completely wrong, but 
 until the correct tuning is posted, this will have to do.  Since 
 this is one of my favorite N.D. songs, I had to find a way to 
 play it somehow or another. 
  
 (from Bryter Layter, 1970) 
 (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)