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From: ppalmer@mahogany.cray.com (Peter Palmer)
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To: jamesb@nevada.edu
Subject: c/clash/LondonCalling.tab


The Clash: London Calling

>From the album London Calling.

I play this one differently from the posting at
the archive.  Corrections welcome.  Turn the treble way up for best
Mick Jones (or maybe Mr. Strummer) sound.  No solo except for
heavy feedback on a high B note (listen to the record).


Chords:

Em    Am7  G    D
7-----8----7----5-----------------------------------------------
8-----8----8----7-----------------------------------------------
9-----9----7----7-----------------------------------------------
9-----7----9----7-----------------------------------------------
7---------------5---------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------

Intro:
Em    Am7    G    Am7


Em                    Am7
London calling to the faraway towns

         Em                  G
Now that war is declared and battle come down

Em                    Am7
London calling to the underworld

     Em                           G
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls

Em                  Am7
London calling, now don't look to us

Em                    G
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust

Em                     Am7
London calling, see we ain't got no swing

Em                        G
Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

Em                         G
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in

Em                    G
Meltdown expected the wheat is growing thin

Em                       G
Engines stop running but I have no fear

Em            Em7           D
Cuz London is drowning and I live by the river



Em                 Am7



London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it brother, you can got it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you noddin' out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error but I have no fear
Cuz London is drowning and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes I was there too
An' you know what they said - well some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
An' after all this, won't you give me a smile?


Em
I never felt so much a' like...