Sketches of spain

SKETCHES OF SPAIN

INTRO :
Bass  B D E 
and the piano and guitar reply with Em

     Em                       D
The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain
     C
The war is rolling over Spain
Em                          D
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite
 C
Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
        Em                            D
In the window near the last 'O' of the sign 'Hotel Colon'
    C
Machine guns sweep the quare for fun
     Em
The rich draw the steel curtains
     D
The poor just lock the door
C
They don't want this war no more

    Em          D            C
It never never never never never stops never stops
    Em          D            C
It never never never never never stops never stops

Bass  B D E 
and the piano and guitar reply with Em

     
        Em                          D
In the hills round Zaragoza we're waiting to attack
   C
A knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag
     Em
The boredom and the lack of sleep
     D
The tin cans in the mud
     C
And red is the colour of our blood

     Em         D           C
We never never never never never stop, never stop
     Em         D           C
We never never never never never stop, never stop

Only bass (B D E)    I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt
(or guitar Em)       I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter
                     I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt
                     I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter

Instrumental : Em G D G (x 4)
               Em G D F C

Em                       D
The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain
     C
The war is rolling over Spain
Em                          D
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite
 C
Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
      Em         D           C
They never never never never never stop, never stop
      Em         D           C
They never never never never never stop, never stop

Only bass (B D E)    I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt
(or guitar Em)       I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter
                     I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt
                     I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter