#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Julie Hayne) Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1993 19:45:14 Walking Through a Wasted Land, by Richard Thompson, from Across a Crowded Room A G D I'm walking through a wasted land A G D The softs are concrete and busk A G D Whatever happened to this country F#m E D Where is the hand you can trust D E D E D E Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down I remember when the farmer was ashamed If he never put his hand to a plow You can buy a lot of shame with your money he'd riding in a limousine now Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Now sweat is the name of this town It's an ugly old dirty old disgrace And now that the steel's shut down It's steel puts the sweat in a man's face Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Now I should have a break like you But somebody stepped off the ditch Heads are gonna roll someday If we ever get this yoke off our necks. Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Solo Well I'm walking through a wasted land I'm walking through a wasted land Where is the future we planned? I'm walking through a wasted land Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down
