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Date: Fri, 03 Oct 1997 00:36:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: Litgo@aol.com
Subject: CRD: Sea_and_Sand by: Who
To: guitar@olga.net

Sea and Sand
By the Who, From Quadrophenia, 1973. Written by Pete Townshend

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transcribed by
litgo@aol.com
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Asus2: x02200
C9:    x32030
G/B:   x20030
Fmaj7: 1x3210 (use thumb)
A/G:   3x22xx

Intro:

Asus2

Asus2
Here by the sea and sand nothing ever goes as planned,

                D D                  E E
I just couldn't face going home

              A          Asus4   A
It was just a drag on my own.

Asus2
They finally threw me out, my mother got drunk on stout,

                D     D              E E
My dad couldn't stand on two feet,

                     A             Asus4 A
As he lectured about morality.

                D   D                 E E
Now I guess the family's complete,

                 G            D
With me hanging 'round on the street

   D           A
Or here on the beach.

Cadd9      G/B               Am
The girl I love is a perfect dresser,

Fmaj7       Em              D            Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
Wears every fashion gets it to the tee.

Cadd9    G/B   Am
Heavens above, I got to match her

Fmaj7                  Em               D     Dsus4 D
She knows just how she wants her man to be

Dsus4       D          G G
Leave it to me.

    A              A/G A   A        G      D/A
My jacket's gonna be  cut slim and checked

        A            A/G A          A    G    D/A
Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck

         A    A/G A           A        G   D/A
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat

          A       A/G  A      A        D/A
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.

I see her dance, across the ballroom
UV light making starshine of her smile.
I am the face, she has to know me,
I'm dressed up better than anyone within a mile.

So how come the other tickets look much better?
Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter.
How come the girls come on oh so cool
But yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool?

Come sleep on the beach, keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near I'm feeling so high with you here.
I'm wet and I'm cold but thank God I ain't old
Why didn't I ever say what I mean?
I should have split home at fifteen
There's a story that the grass is so green,
What did I see? Where have I been?

G          D               D           A
Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand

D/A    A   A/G A         A           G D/A

D/A                 A                G D/A
I'm the face if you want it...

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