Apple Cider Reconstitution

  
 
    From "Modern Times". Supposedly set in the railway station
   at Wilmcote in the English Midlands where Al lived in
   his youth.
  
 
   Intro (busk a few times round the G A D then hit the verse)
   D G A D 
 
  
   G A                    D         G        A           D
     When we came to the station,   all the trains were rusty
        G                      D              A
   The doors were open and the windows broken in
             D                G              A        D
   There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung  musty
         G                 D        D7     G       A
   The travel posters were flapping in the wind
         Bm                A        G
   So we moved through the dust and gloom
                   Bm           A       G
   Playing waiting games in the waiting room
    Bm      A       G               Em7      Asus4  A
   Lay our sleeping bags out on the floor.
 
 
          D      A       G     A    Bm       A       G     D
   And on Sunday morning easy rider Comes to me with apple cider
    G                 A              D      G A D  
   Leaves me here without a place to go.   
 
   G    A            D           G      A       D
   If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening
       G                    D              A
   The harbour lights still cut across the bay
            D                G      A         D
   From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming
          G                 D        D7     G       A
   To the bikes outside the rock 'n' roll cafe
              Bm         A          G
   Ah but you know those small town blues
       Bm     A           G
   Are just   too much to lose
           Bm      A       G               Em7      Asus4  A
   There's nothing really there to go back for
   
          D      A       G     A    Bm       A       G     D
   And on Sunday morning easy rider Comes to me with apple cider
    G                 A              D      G A D  
   Leaves me here without a place to go.  
 
   F#            F#7                   Bm    F#7   Bm    
     Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine
             G                 A                 D
   To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head
   F#        F#7                 Bm   F#7  Bm   
     If your situation's running dry, dry, dry
                  Em               G                A  
   Find a waiting room beneath the stars to make your bed.
 
   A               D      G     A         D
   'Cause you know London   can make your brain stall
       G                    D                A
   The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night
          D                    G                A        D
   So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call
                G                            D            D7         G       A
   They want to take you to the Earl's Court Road, but it don't seem right
               Bm  A         G
   'Cause it's na, na, na noowah
                    Bm             A      G
   On the juke-box, singing in the burger bar
                    Bm           A       G                  Em7   Asus4  A
   See the people's faces in the passing cars don't want to know
 
          D      A       G     A    Bm       A       G     D
   And on Sunday morning easy rider Comes to me with apple cider
    G                 A              D      G A D  
   Leaves me here without a place to go.  
 
   F#                               F#7  Bm   F#7  Bm    
     You have the most appealing surface I   have seen
                 G     A              D
   Bring it over here, lay it down by me
   F#                       F#7     Bm  F#7  Bm 
     Don't mean to make you nervous, I  just mean
               Em               G        A  
   To make you see, this is the place to be
 
   A                   D       G        A           D
   When we came to the station all the trains were rusty
        G                    D              A
   The air was empty and the platforms overgrown
              D                G            A          D
   There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted
        G                  D            D7    G       A
   With mud and leaves and names carved long ago
           Bm       A        G
   And the rails go on for ever in a silver 
   Bm           A        G
   trail to the setting sun    
           Bm           A  G                Em7      Asus4  A
   You can follow them anywhere you want to go
   
 
          D      A       G     A    Bm       A       G     D
   And on Sunday morning easy rider Comes to me with apple cider
    G                 A              D      G A D  
   Leaves me here without a need to know   
 
 
    My Ending  
   G A D A D
 
    Proper Ending
           A       D       G A D  D A G A Bm A G D  G  A  D
   .... a need to know               (as in chorus)