After The Rush Hour Acoustic by Million Dead

Intro
C, Am, G, Em      (x2)
Verse 1	
C	   Am
I am the small town linesman
G		       Em		
And you'll find me out here on the line.
C			    G
Searching ceaselessly to simply
          Am      G	C
Find a place i can call mine.
          Am	        G
Every corner of this country
	          Em		    C
Criss-crossed out with coloured lines.
	  G/C
The city lies before me,
G	        Am	G     C
Another city sprawling out behind.
Chorus	  
         		Em	    	C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
		          Em	
Trapped in suburban England.
Verse 2
C	   Am
Since the Scramble ended,
    G		        Em
Since the West was won on wagon trails,
C			         G
It seems the Mazzini's paradisical
     Am  G   	C
Panopticon prevailed.
	      Am	      G
My walkabouts no longer take me
	    Em		           C
Beyond a choice of different jails.
	          G/C			
Why should i have to choose a state
G	        Am      G	           C		
When every one of them has failed?
Chorus	  
         		Em	    	C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
		          Em	
Trapped in suburban England.

Build Up to Bridge
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.
Bridge

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, - I cant figure out the bridge =[
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.

Chorus	  
         		Em	    	C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
		          Em	
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
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.



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.
(Repeat Intro)

I am the Winchester lineman.
Chorus	  
         		Em	    	C
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
		    Em	
Trapped in suburban England.
Coda
C		Em
But here I will not remain-
C
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 li --------- ine.



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