The Setting Acoustic chords by The House Band

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I will never forget the walk to the station,
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Me with your suitcase being brotherly strong. 
    F#m             G             A       D
And trying to make light of the whole situation, 
    G         D          A                 D
In mild conversation we moved through the throng, 

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And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky, 
        G              D                          A 
I could hear the birds singing for the joy of the day 
    F#m             G             A       D
And there was no support from the city forthcoming, 
    G         D          A       D
No sympathy numbing your going away. 

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And there was you with your bright eyes and best dress for travelling 
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And me in my work clothes, unshaven and plain, 
    F#m      G          A           D
Oh, I fully intended to put in the half day, 
    G         D                  A           D
But my good intentions went with you on the train. 

D                              G               A
And I never looked back as the train left the station, 
        G         D                         A 
Crossed over the road and walked into the park, 
    F#m        G          A       D
And there in a bar an old man was singing, 
    G           D          A          D
And I sat there drinking until it got dark.

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And outside the trees they grew starlings like apples, 
      G           D                           A 
Their hustle and chatter not dampened by the rain. 
    F#m              G              A       D
That washed down the pavements and into the gutters, 
     G                 D             A       D
That soaked through my clothes as I set out again, 

D                                G         A
And above me the stars were all hidden by rain clouds, 
G                D                         A 
The song of the old man still locked in my brain, 
    F#m      G          A          D
And all emigration, the curse of a nation 
    G            D          A           D