F#7
[Verse 1]
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The traffic lights are red for the honest man
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He can wait or he can gable but it may not go to plan
F#7
Pounding on the door of life's lucky breaks
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But your efforts are in vain because the doorman's on the take
[Chorus]
C#5 B5
A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap
C#5 B5
Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at
E F#
And he says "There is no place more sacred than where you stand"
B5
Where you stand
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Where you stand
B5 E5
Where you stand, so stand up
[Guitar Solo]
F# B F# B
[Verse 2]
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An old lady gets on the bus with a pale faced voice
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Looks around at all the sitters and she carefully makes her choice
F#7
Sits next to me holding her handbag up close
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Keeps her eye on the one she fears the most
[Chorus]
C#5 B5
A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap
C#5 B5
Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at
E F#
And he says "There is no place more sacred than where you stand"
B5
Where you stand
F#5
Where you stand
B5 E5
Where you stand, so stand up
[Guitar Solo]
F# B F# B
[Interlude]
F# B F# B
[Bridge]
F#
I'm sick of being sold things
B
I'm sick of being sold things I already own
F#
Like a redskin indian
B
Like a redskin indian who had to buy back his home
F# B
The rabbi can teach, teach what the bagman can't sell
F# B
But in this ramshackle world it's time to ring them bells
F# B
No one is freeborn and nowhere unzoned
F#
A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap
B F# B5 N.C.
Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at
[Chorus]
F#
Where you stand
B
Where you stand
F#
Where you stand
B
Where you stand, so stand up
[Outro]
F# B F# B F# B F# B
F# B F# B F# B F#5 N.C. B5
