Quito

first attempt at writing down chords . . . enjoy friends B E B when i receive the blessing i’ve got coming E F# B i’m going to raise an ice - cold glass of water B E to toast the living and the dead B E who’ve gone before me and my head B F# B will throb like an old wound re - opening B E B when i get off the bus down there my children E F# B they all are going to greet me at the station B E like gypsies they will dance around me B E and the choral droning sound their B F# B voices make will saturate the evening B E B when i get off the wheel i’m going to stop E F# B and make amends to everyone i’ve wounded B E and when i wave my magic wand B E those few who’ve slipped the surly bonds B F# B will rise like salmon at the spawning