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Silvertown Blues by Mark Knopfler



 
                     Silvertown Blues 





chords:
 
Gm : 355333    F : 133211   C : x32010 or x35553
Am : x02210    Bb: x13331   Dm: xx0231
 
Intro and Main Riff :
 
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-----3------3-----3-----1--------3----
---2------3-----2-----2----2---3------
-0------0-----0-----0--------0--------
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On Silvertown way the cranes stand high
Quiet and gray against the still of the sky
They won't quit and lay down though the action has died
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side
 
From the poisonous drains a vision appears
A new circle of cranes, a new reason to be here
A big silver dome rising up into the dawn
Above the church and the homes where all the silver is gone
 
Gm                 Dm                 C
If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do
Am                  Bb                Dm
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
 
F                   Bb
Going down in Silvertown
Gm               F
Down in Silvertown
      Bb            C
Going down in Silvertown
Gm            F
Down in Silvertown
 
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-3-----2-------|  then back to main riff
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A silver dawn steals over the docks
A truck with no wheels up on the cinderblocks
Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum
Scrap metal schemes rusted over and done
 
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
And I'm going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
 
Dm                      Bb                 Dm     C Bb
When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice
Dm                     Bb               Dm        C Bb
You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice
Dm                             Bb                  Dm   C Bb
They'll tell you where you can turn, where you can go
Dm                       Bb                     Dm      C Bb
There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know
 
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
And I'm going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
 
From the Canning Town train I see a billboard high
There's a big silver plane rising up into the sky
And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day'
Says six of those birds are bound for JFK
 
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
And I'm going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
Going down in Silvertown
Down in Silvertown
 




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version 2 




(4/4)
 
Intro: | Dm | Bb | Dm  F | Bb | ---> twice
 
 
Dm               Bb               | Dm    F | Bb |
 On Silvertown Way the cranes stand high
Dm           Bb                         | Dm   F | Bb |
 Quiet and gray against the still of the sky
Dm                        Bb                      | Dm   F | Bb |
 They won't quit and lay down though the action has died
Dm                           Bb                  | Dm   F | Bb |
 They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side
 
 
Dm                    Bb           | Dm    F | Bb |
 From the poisonous drains a vision appears
Dm                 Bb                     | Dm   F | Bb |
 A new circle of cranes, a new reason to be here
Dm             Bb                   | Dm   F | Bb |
 A big silver dome rising up into the dawn
Dm                        Bb                           | Dm    F |   Bb    Dm |
 Above the church and the homes where all the silver is gone, gone, gone
 
 
Gm                     Bb              C  | Am |
 If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do
C                      Bb           F    Bb
 I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
 
 
          F             Bb   C              Dm
I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
       Bb            C                  | F F F C |
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
 
 
Dm           Bb               | Dm    F | Bb |
 A silver dawn steals over the docks
Dm                  Bb                     | Dm    F | Bb |
 A truck with no wheels up on the cinderblocks
Dm              Bb                   | Dm    F | Bb |
 Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum
Dm              Bb                 | Dm    F |  Bb    Dm |
 Scrap metal schemes rusted over and done, done, done
 
 
Gm                     Bb              C  | Am |
 If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
C                      Bb           F    Bb
 I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
 
 
              F             Bb   C              Dm
And I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
F      Bb            C                  | F F F C |
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
 
 
Dm           F             Bb              | Dm    F | Bb |
 When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice
Dm       F              Bb               | Dm    F | Bb |
 You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice
Dm       F                       Bb               | Dm    F | Bb |
 They'll tell you where you can turn, where you can go
Dm       F                 Bb                   | Dm    F | Bb   Dm |
 There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know
 
 
Gm                     Bb              C   Am
 If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
C                      Bb           F    Bb
 I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
 
 
              F             Bb   C              Dm
And I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
F      Bb            C                  | F F F C |
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
 
 
Dm       F              Bb                  | Dm    F | Bb |
From the Canning Town train I see a billboard high
Dm        F            Bb                    | Dm    F | Bb |
There's a big silver plane rising up into the sky
Dm        F             Bb                       | Dm    F | Bb |
And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day'
Dm   F             Bb                 | Dm    F  | Bb   Dm |
Says six of those birds are bound for JFK
 
 
Gm                     Bb              C  | Am |
 If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
C                      Bb           F    Bb
 I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
 
 
              F             Bb   C              Dm
And I'm going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
F      Bb            C                    F
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
        C      Dm     F      Bb  F  C               Dm
And I'm going down in Silvertown,    down in Silvertown
C      Bb            C                    F
Going down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown
 
 
 
Solo: | F  C | Dm  F | Bb  F | C | Dm  F | Bb | C | C |
 
 
              F    C7              F   C7              Dm   C  | Bb  F | C |
Down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown, down in Silvertown







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version 3





   Intro:
 
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2|----------3----------3---|-----------3--------3---------3---------|
3|-----3-----------3-------|-------3------0-3----------0------------|
4|-0-----------0-----------|--0-------------------0-----------------|
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On Silvertown Way, the cranes stand high
Quiet and gray against the still of the sky
They won't quit and lay down though the action has died
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side
From the poisonous drains a vision appears
New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here
A big silver dome rising up into the dawn
Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone
If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
Going down Silvertown
Down in Silverdown
Going down Silvertown
Down in Silverdown
A silver dawn steals over the docks
A truck with no weels up on cinderblocks
Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum
Scrap metal schemes are rusted over and done
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
Going down Silvertown
Down in Silverdown
Going down Silvertown
Down in Silverdown
When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice
You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice
They'll tell you the where you can turn, where you can go
There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
Going down Silvertown
Down in Silverdown
Going down Silvertown
Down in Silverdown
From the Caning Town train I see a billboard high
There's a big silverplane raising up into the sky
And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day'
Says six of those birds are bound for JFK
If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do
I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues
And I'm going down in Silvertown
Down in Silverdown
Going down Silvertown
Down in Silverdown






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