Quito

B

[Verse 1]
     B             E                 B
When I receive the blessing I've got coming
    A                E                  B
I'm going to raise a nice cold glass of water
    B
And toast the living and the dead
       E
Who've gone before me and my head
     B             F#          B
Will throb like an old wound reopening

[Verse 2]
     B             A                 E        B
When I get off the bus down there my children
     A                E               B
They all are going to greet me at the station
     B                                 E
Like gypsies they will dance around me and
                                B
The choral droning sounds their voices make will
F#           B
Saturate the evening

[Verse 3]
     B             A                  E      B
When I get off the wheel I'm going to stop
    A              E             B
And make amends to everyone I've wounded
    B
And when I wave my magic wand
      E
Those few who've slipped the surly bonds
     B         F#            B
Will rise like salmon at the spawning

[Outro]
B E B
A E B
B E B E
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