#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## <[email protected]> Subject: Midnight Oil To: [email protected] Date: Tue, 16 Mar 93 8:23:16 EET X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL0] King Of The Mountain - Midnight Oil Intro: B-----5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5------| G---6---6---6---6---/-6---6---6---6---/-5---5---5---5--------| D-------------------/-----------------/----------------------| B-----5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5------| G---4---4---4---4---/-4---4---4---4---/-3---3---3---3--------| D-------------------/-----------------/----------------------| B-----5---5---5---5-/--------1--------/-------1--1--1--1-----| G---2---2---2---2---/----2-------2----/-------2--2--2--2-----| D-------------------/-0--------------2/-------0--0--0--0-----| A-------------------/-----------------/----------------------| E-------------------/-----------------/--0-------------------| 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 B----5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-| G--6---6---6---6---/-5---5---5---5---/-4---4---4---4---/-3---3---3---3---| B----5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-/---5---5---5---5-| G--4---4---4---4---/-5---5---5---5---/-6---6---6---6---/-3---3---3---3---| E---0--------------/ B---0--------------/ G------------------/
