Tom: G
Introdução: G C G D G
C G
Every day, about this time
C G
I'm pushing down to the border line
D G
And in the West, the rolling hills
D G
And the false dawn rising from a hard steel mill
C G
From the bridge, a strip of sand
C G
Between the lake and no-man's land
D G
Stretching down the harbour wide
D G
Into the shadow of the factory side
C G
From the bridge, from up on high
C G
I see the people passing by
D G
In through the gates, to the grey beyond
D G
Where they'll be working 'til the work is done
C G
Driving by, sometimes I feel
C G
I spend my life in this cage on wheels
D G
While from the fires, 'cross the blackened fields
D G
Will come the bands of shining steel
C G
Every day, about this time
C G
I'm pushing down to the border line
D G
And in the West, the rolling hills
D G
And the false dawn rising from a hard steel mill