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Date: Tue, 30 Aug 1994 14:21:39 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: CRD: Grim Travellors by Bruce Cockburn
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GRIM TRAVELLORS - Bruce Cockburn "Humans" 1980

VAMP: (this is pretty approx., there are up and down strums
throughout on chord)

Em                          Cadd9  (alt G bass)
|-----0-------------0--3-|---3----3---3----3-----
|-----3-------------3--3-|---3----3---3----3-----
|-----0-------------0--0-|---0----0---0----0-----
|-----2------ (0)2--2-2--|---2----2---2----2-----
|-----2---0=2-----2-2----|---3=0--x---3=0--x-----
|--0---------------------|-----3--------3--------

LYRICS

Em                          Cadd9 (alt G bass)
Ministers meet, work on the movement of goods
Em                           Cadd9 
Also work on the movement of capital
Em                           Cadd9                 
Also work on the movement of human beings
Em                    Cadd9   
As if we were so many cattle

[chorus]
      G      F#m           C    Am7     G
We're grim   travellors in dawn skies
G        F#m                C      Am   G
See the beauty it makes 'em cry inside
G         F#m             C           Am7  hold on bass A note-
Makes 'em angry, and they don't know why
      G     C             G     C   G  Am7    Em vamp
We're grim travellors in dawn skies

Twelve,  mercenaries got weapons primed
Gonna take that African nation in record time
You wonder why they bother, why not leave it alone they say
Every man wants a place he can call his own  

[vamp]

Em line (top str.)

--3-3--2-2--0-0----
--3-3--3-3--3-3----

Redness, richer than a rose
Blooms against the backdrop of somebody's white clothes
Bitter little boys and girls in the red Army underground
They'd blow away Karl Marks if he had the nerve to come around
[chorus]


Down on the plain of ten thousand smoke stacks
Trucks butt each other into established dominance
Newspapaer leans over to me and says matter o' factly
Sacred mountain towers above meadows high and above us uh-huh
[chorus]

transcribed by Stephen Cody Coderre
Coderre@unixg.ubc.ca^Z