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Alison Krauss - On the Border Line

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On the Border Line
written by John Pennell of Happy Valley Music (BMI)
done by Alison Krauss ( To Late to Cry ,, Rounder Music Company CD)
Transcribed By William A. Jones and Ruddy Massie

Capo #2
Inst open C G F--C G        C G F Dm F G C

C			       G
There's a chill on this evening, nights right for greaving, 
F			       C	         G
Darkness surrounds him as he wanders alone
C			             G
He walked past the dim lights, the pathways and street lights
F      Dm	      F       G     C
They remind him, of nights long ago, 
C					             G
When his love was strong and his muscles hard, His whiskey throat was barley marred, 
F		             C               G	         C
Seeking misfortune in the lies that he told, Then a brokin heart bought him to his knees, 
G			         F	         Dm	       F      G           C
In the hour of his greatest need, Lost and forsaken by the love, he could not hold

Chorus	             Em	                 F   G    C     Em                               Am
		On the Border line of love again, Its bound to make you pay
		Em		            F       G   C	     F	     G         C
		On the Border line, we'll make our stand, Then watch it fall ~~ away


And he stands in quiet solitude, The nights reflects upon his mood,
Seeking the vision that had once been so clear, When he felt the touch of his women's love
His pounding heart was warm and young, Now locked inside him with his anger and fear

As he moves on slowly, past the trees, Down the path way home through fallen leaves
He can't believe, how he'd sunken so low, So he learned to live with his injured pride
His purple heart hidden, deep inside, The only reward, for a love he could
not hold




inst.     F G C out

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