Rotterdam
Chuck RaganVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
Took a walk in Rotterdam, thinking about her train
All along the banks of memory, holding tide away
And on the end of every corner I could almost hear her sound
Time went by in ecstasy, walking next to walls
And the color of the water, was the rails that she was on
And when the whistles blew far away, I felt she knew somehow
For the train often rattles, from the rails shaking ground
I close my eyes and almost hear her now
Took a walk in Rotterdam, dodging spoke and wheel
And a few unnerving riders, agile or insane
And the rest, victims of fashion, lord we're all to blame
Found myself a bar stool, and something on the rocks
I was dreaming I could ride the sun, westward as it dropped
And find her at the station, gracefully rolling to a stop
For the train often rattles, from the rails shaking ground
I close my eyes and see her westward bound
Well I'll keep that mind a wandering, of love on the rails
Slow rolling days, steel pushing home
Mile over miles gone in the blink of an eye
For the train often rattles, from the rails shaking ground
I close my eyes and see her westward bound
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Readable chord sheet for Rotterdam by Chuck Ragan
[Am] [F] [C] [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 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] [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 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] 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] 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]