Tales Of The Road Teclado

	  
  
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The caravan flipped over two, three times went spinning down the carriageway 
Em                                D                                              Em  
Breaking up into splinters wheels spinning around in the dust at the foot of the hill 
Em                           D 
And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the photographs 
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The little things of those people's lives strewn across the road  
  
  

G                    D      Em 
We all want what we cannot have 
G                           D         Em 
We've driven so far, we can never get back 
               G                   D       Bm 
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke 
        C 
Telling tales of the road  
  
  
Em                                             D 
By the glow of a flickering lighter we went stumbling forward through the corridor 
Em                             D                      
Up the broken staircase to the top of the trail of shattered glass 
     Em                            D 
Damp mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned take-away 
Em                      D 
Nothing much to tell us if and where you'd gone 
    C 
By now you could be miles away  
  
 
 

G                   D      Em 
We all want what we cannot have 
G                           D         Em 
We've driven so far, we can never get back 
               G                   D       Bm 
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke 
        C 
Telling tales of the road 
  

Bridge: 

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And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and find they're all gone 
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The lights go out one by one, the prodigal son is not coming home  
  
  
Em                                             D                                   Em 
Down at the ferrybridge junction beneath the cooling towers a man stood hitching a ride 
Em                             D    
And in the long grass at the verge his son was laid asleep 
        Em                               D    
He said nothing's left to keep us in the city where we come from 
Em                         D     
Take us far away from here looking for work and the wishing well 
     Em                             D     
This afternoon the sunlight spilled shadows across the golden hills 
     Em                                        D     
They searched us at the border but they're not looking for what we're hiding 
            C 
They're not looking for what we're hiding  
  
  
 

G                    D      Em 
We just want what we cannot have 
G                           D         Em 
We've driven so far, we can never get back 
               G                   D       Bm 
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke 
        C 
Telling tales of the road         
               G                   D       Bm 
Sitting in the all-night cafe in a curl of smoke 
        C 
Telling tales of the road         
             Am    Em 
Tales of the road