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King Of The Mountain
Midnight Oil
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Subject: Midnight Oil
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu
Date: Tue, 16 Mar 93 8:23:16 EET
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King Of The Mountain - Midnight Oil
Intro:
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Verse:
E A E D
Walking through the high dry grass
D E A D A
Pushing my way though slow
E A E D
Yellow belly black snake sleeping on a red rock
E A D A
waiting for the stranger to go
E A E D
Sugar train stops at the crossing
D E A D A
Cane cockies cursing below
A E A E D E A D A
Bad storm coming. Better run to the top of the mountain
Chorus:
E A F#m D A
Mountain in the shadow of light
E A F#m D A E A F#m D A
Rain In the valley below mountain in the shadow of light
E A F#m D E A F#m D A
Rain well you can Say you're Peter say you're Paul
E A F#m D A
Don't put me up on your bedroom wall
E A F#m D A E A E D E A D A
Call me King of the mountain
Verse:
E A E D
Blacksmith fires up the bellows
D E A D A
Cane cutters burning to load
E A E D E A D A
Workers of the world run to the top of the mountain
Chorus:
Bridge:
C#m E
I can't take the hands from my face
F#sus F# F#m D7
There are some things we can't replace
Chorus:
Verse:
Over liquid tarmac wastelands of cactus and heat
E A F#m D A
Down cobble stone alleyways of washing sheets
A E A F#m D A
Up ghost prairie mountains of sunset and space
E A F#m D A
Down the road a familliar face
E A F#m D A
Across the wilderness Out further than the bush
E A
I will follow you
F#m D A E A
I will follow you
F#m D A E A F#m D A
I will follow you
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