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ROTTERDAM - Chuck Ragan
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Tabbed by: threefiguremini
Tuning: Standard, Capo on 2nd fret
Intro
Am(x2) F C
Verse 1
[C]Took a walk in Rotterdam, thinking about her train
All a[E]long the banks of memory, holding tide away
And on the [F]end of every corner I could almost hear her s[G]ound
[C]Time went by in ecstasy, walking next to walls
And the c[E]olor of the water, was the rails that she was on
And when the w[F]histles blew far away, I felt she knew so[G]mehow
Chorus
For the t[F]rain often rat[G]tles, from the ra[C]ils sha[G]king gr[Am]ound
I cl[F]ose my eyes and a[G]lmost hear her no[C]w[Am][F][C]
Verse 2
[C]Took a walk in Rotterdam, dodging spoke and wheel
And a f[E]ew unnerving riders, agile or insane
And the r[F]est, victims of fashion, lord we're all to bl[G]ame
[C]Found myself a bar stool, and something on the rocks
I was dr[E]eaming I could ride the sun, westward as it dropped
And fi[F]nd her at the station, gracefully rolling to a st[G]op
Chorus
For the tr[F]ain often ra[G]ttles, from the r[C]ails sha[G]king gr[Am]ound
I cl[F]ose my eyes and s[G]ee her westward bound[C][Am][F][C]
Bridge
Well I'll k[G]eep that mind a wandering, of lo[F]ve on the rails
[C]Slow rolling days, st[G]eel pushing home
Mile over miles g[F]one in the blink of an e[C]ye[G]
Chorus
For the tr[F]ain often ra[G]ttles, from the r[C]ails sha[G]king gr[Am]ound
I cl[F]ose my eyes and s[G]ee her westward bound[C][Am][F][C]
ROTTERDAM - Chuck Ragan
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Tabbed by: threefiguremini
Tuning: Standard, Capo on 2nd fret
Intro
Am(x2) F C
Verse 1
[C]Took a walk in Rotterdam, thinking about her train
All a[E]long the banks of memory, holding tide away
And on the [F]end of every corner I could almost hear her s[G]ound
[C]Time went by in ecstasy, walking next to walls
And the c[E]olor of the water, was the rails that she was on
And when the w[F]histles blew far away, I felt she knew so[G]mehow
Chorus
For the t[F]rain often rat[G]tles, from the ra[C]ils sha[G]king gr[Am]ound
I cl[F]ose my eyes and a[G]lmost hear her no[C]w[Am][F][C]
Verse 2
[C]Took a walk in Rotterdam, dodging spoke and wheel
And a f[E]ew unnerving riders, agile or insane
And the r[F]est, victims of fashion, lord we're all to bl[G]ame
[C]Found myself a bar stool, and something on the rocks
I was dr[E]eaming I could ride the sun, westward as it dropped
And fi[F]nd her at the station, gracefully rolling to a st[G]op
Chorus
For the tr[F]ain often ra[G]ttles, from the r[C]ails sha[G]king gr[Am]ound
I cl[F]ose my eyes and s[G]ee her westward bound[C][Am][F][C]
Bridge
Well I'll k[G]eep that mind a wandering, of lo[F]ve on the rails
[C]Slow rolling days, st[G]eel pushing home
Mile over miles g[F]one in the blink of an e[C]ye[G]
Chorus
For the tr[F]ain often ra[G]ttles, from the r[C]ails sha[G]king gr[Am]ound
I cl[F]ose my eyes and s[G]ee her westward bound[C][Am][F][C]
