Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
Vocals
Baritone Sax
Rhythm Guitar
Overdriven Guitar
Lead Guitar
Acoustic Guitar (steel]
Music Box
Glockenspiel
Bass Guitar
Acoustic Bass
Synth
Lead 7 (fifths]
Percussion
Drums
Текст
Your sword's grown old and rust-y Burnt be-neath the ris-ing sun It's locked up like a troph-y For-gett-ing all the things it's done And though it's been a long time You're right back where you start-ed from I see it in your eyes That now you're giv-ing up the gu-u-u-n When I was sev-en-teen I had wrists like steel And I felt com-ple-t-e And now my bod-y fades Be-hind a brass char-ade And I'm ob-sol-e-t-e But if the chance re-mained To see those bett-er days I'd cut the cann-ons do-w-n My ears are blown to bits From all the ri-fle hits But I still crave that sou-n-d Your sword's grown old and rust-y Burnt be-neath the ris-ing sun It's locked up like a troph-y For-gett-ing all the things it's done And though it's been a long time You're right back where you start-ed from I see it in your eyes That now you're giv-ing up the gu-u-u-n I heard you play guit-ar Down at a seed-y bar Where skin-heads used to fi-gh-t Your Tok-u-gaw-a smile And your garb-age style Used to save the ni-gh-t You felt the com-ing wave Told me we'd all be brave You said you would-nt fli-n-ch But in the years that passed Since I saw you last You have-n't moved an inch Your sword's grown old and rust-y Burnt be-neath the ris-ing sun It's locked up like a troph-y For-gett-ing all the things it's done And though it's been a long time You're right back where you start-ed from I see it in your eyes That now you're giv-ing up the gu-u-u-n I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on Your sword's grown old and rust-y Burnt be-neath the ris-ing sun It's locked up like a troph-y For-gett-ing all the things it's done And though it's been a long time You're right back where you start-ed from I see it in your eyes That now you're giv-ing up the gu-u-u-n