After The Crop

 
C                       Dm 
  The wind had bent the crop, 
G                              G7       C 
When the mountebanks came back from the hop, 
E       Am 
   Feel lonely on the road, the drivers of the night, 
   Dm 
Followed the light, 
    E                Am                    F     G 
And took the path to their next plunder or fight . . .. 
 

 
C                             Dm 
 The rain had beaten down the corn, 
G                               G7     C 
 When the mountebanks came back in the morn, 
E  Am 
   Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night, 
   Dm 
Followed the light, 
    E                Am                    F     G    G7 
And took the path to their next plunder or fight . . .. 
 

 
C                       Dm 
  The wind had bent the crop, 
G                              G7       C 
When the mountebanks came back from the hop, 
E       Am 
   Feel lonely on the road, the drivers of the night, 
   Dm 
Followed the light, 
    E                Am                    F     G 
And took the path to their next plunder or fight . . ..  


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Ab                                 Bb 
After a hard day far from the land of the sky, 
              Ab                       Bb 
The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry, 
    Bb          C 
The lights went out one by one, 
         Bb                 C 
But this day was not like another one, 
               C                      D 
The night woke up like a badly washed bitch, 
C                             D 
And the voice of the wind was going off pitch, 
Eb            F 
 I was always on the rack! 
Eb                    F 
 Like a wave that the beach throw back, 
F                        G 
 Cause she thinks shes looking too ugly, 
F                     G 
 Or maybe cause shes looking too lovely, 
D            E 
 Like a star lost in the sky, 
D               E 
 I had just one friend, my cry, 
Ab                      Bb 
And I heard people play and I heard people say: 
Ab 
 I heard people play, 
      Bb 
And I heard people say; 
Db            Ab 
People . . ., people . . .. 
 Ab                 Db 
"This year the crop will not be good, 
                Ab                   Db 
However we have worked as much as we could", 
 

Interlude 
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Ab                                 Db 
Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams, 
Ab 
Without a look and well oiled, 
Db 
I was alone with my world, 
Ab 
Like the blind of the electric flock, 
Db 
But I knew that I would give them a shock, 
Bb 
My saturated heart cried his pain, 
Db 
But what was rolling in my brain ? 
 

 
Ab 
I tried to forget what was said in the books, 
Db 
All their stories of crops and crooks, 
Ab 
But somehow I cannot talk, 
Db 
I still had this electronic walk, 
Ab 
Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock, 
Db 
But I knew that I would give them a shock, 
Bb 
My saturated heart cried out his pain, 
Db 
And my revolt broke out of my brain !  


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Outro 
Ab                                       Db 
They were looking at me with big eyes of ice, 
Db 
But for me it was so nice, 
Ab 
I was free! I was me! 
Db 
No more what they want me to be, 
Ab 
I was free! I was me! 
Db 
No more what they want me to be, 
Ab 
Like the blind sheep of the electric flock, 
Db 
But I knew that I would give them a shock, 
Bb 
And the rain did not beatdown the corn, 
Db 
It had been cut this morn. 
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