Capo: 1

Not enough Runrig on here, so here's one of my favourites. From the "Big Wheel" album. Capo 1 (verse 1)

^GWhen you close your eyes ^Dthere's a frightened pr^Cide that^G l^Civ^Ges for you ^AmThat your mothers l^Dife and your fat^Amher's e^Cyes can't h^Dide^C. ^D

You h^Gad no choice didn't ^Dask the dice to ^Cfall for y^Gou ^C ^G ^AmStill your courage ^Dcomes like t^Amhunder t^Chrough the ski^Des ^C ^D

(Chorus 1)

You're a^Dlways the w^Ginn^Der^C, ^Dthe victor and the g^Giv^Der ^C ^D ^GSo^Dmew^Amhere thro^Cugh that w^Ginte^Dr, you will not grow old

(verse 2) G D C G CG So you carry time down the tortured line where mysteries show

Well h^Amidden ^Dfrom lifes ^Amlearned a^Cnd life's w^Dise^C ^D Man's u^Gseless ways and ^Dworthless conver^Csatio^Gns ^C ^G

Lie^Am well expo^Dsed and ^Amhumbled in^C your smi^Dle ^C

(Chorus 2)

You're a^Dlways the w^Ginn^Der^C, the^D victor and the g^Giv^Der ^C ^D Somewher^De through that w^Gin^Dter^Am, you'l^Cl never be a^Dlone ^C

For ^Devermore the w^Gin^Dner,^C the^D taker and the g^Giv^Der ^C ^D Somewhere through that wi^Gnt^Der, ^Amyou will ^Cnot grow o^Gld.^D

(Bridge)

Still ^Amyou run out in the morning, with the b^Goys and girls A m^Ciracle of innocence on a ^Ghead of curls We'll ^Amsearch every reason ^Gwherever we roam To fi^Amnd a place for these broken ^Dhearts and bones We'^Cll keep a fire on the hi^Gllside, after the su^Ammmer's go^Gne And we'll ^Amwait her for the w^Car-wounded to come h^Gome. ^D

(Chorus 3)

You're a^Dlways the w^Gin^Dner^C, t^Dhe victor and the ^Ggi^Dver ^C ^D Somewhere through that w^Gin^Dter^Am, you'll^C never be a^Dlone ^C

For^D evermore the wi^Gnn^Der,^C t^Dhe taker and the ^Ggi^Dver ^C ^D Somewhere through that w^Gin^Dter^Am, you wil^Cl not grow ^Gold.

(hope this comes out ok. Looks weird on the "tab preview" but ok on my screen. If comes out pants, email me and I'll send you a copy). Jon

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