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Tom: C
Intro: C C/D C C/D C

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The highlands and the lowlands are
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The roots my father knows
C      C/F   F  G       Am/E
The holidays at oban and 
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The towns around Montrose
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But even as he sleeps
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They're loading bombs into the hills
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And the waters in the lochs can run deep
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But never still
I've thought of having children
But I've gone and changed my mind
It's hard enough to watch the news
Let alone, explain it to a child
To cast your eye 'cross nature
Over fields of rape and corn
And tell him without flinching
Not to fear where he's been born
Then someone sat me down last night
And I heard Caruso sing
He's almost as good as Presley
And if I, only do one thing
I'll sing songs to my father
I'll sing songs to my child
It's time to hold your loved ones
while the chains are loosed
And the world runs wild
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G        Am/E
F                 C
   And even as we speak
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They're loading bombs into a white town
Am/E          G           F
How can we afford to ever sleep
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So sound again