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Waters Of March (Antonio Carlos Jobim)

Transcribed by Igor Muratov for Guitar 6 string - Standard (E-A-D-G-B-E)  .

Bb/G#
Bb/G# Gm6 A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
E7(9) Ebmaj7 It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
G#7(b5) Bbmaj7 It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun

Bb7(9sus4) Bb7 Ebmaj7 The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
Bb7(9sus4) Bb7 Ebmaj7 The will of the wind, a cliff, a fall
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all

Bb/G# Gm6 It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
E7(9) Ebmaj7 And the river bank talks of the waters of March
G#7(b5) Bbmaj7 It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart

Bb/G# Gm6 The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
Bb7(9sus4) Bb7 Ebmaj7 A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 A fight, a bet, the range of a bow

Bb/G# Gm6 The bed of the well, the end of the line
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find
E7(9) Ebmaj7 A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
G#7(b5) Bbmaj7 A drip, a drop, the end of the tale

Bb7(9sus4) Bb7 Ebmaj7 A truck load of bricks in the soft morning light
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 The sound of a shot in the dead of the night
Bb/G# Gm6 A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps

Bb7 C/E The plan of the house, the body in bed
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
Bb/G# Gm6 A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring

Bb7 Ebmaj7 And the river bank talks of the waters of March
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

Bb7(9sus4) Bb7 Ebmaj7 A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe
Bb/G# Gm6 A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 A blink, a blizzard, a sudden stroke of night

Bb7(9sus4) Bb7 Ebmaj7 A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue

Bb/G# Gm6 And the river bank talks of the waters of March
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart

E7(9) Ebmaj7 A stick, a stone, the end of the road
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
Bb/G# Gm6 A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
D#m6(9)/F# Bbmaj7 A knife, a death, the end of the run

E7(9) Ebmaj7 And the river bank talks of the waters of March
Ebm7 Bbmaj7 It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush The will of the wind, a cliff, a fall A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone A fish, a flash, a silvery glow A fight, a bet, the range of a bow The bed of the well, the end of the line The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find A spear, a spike, a point, a nail A drip, a drop, the end of the tale A truck load of bricks in the soft morning light The sound of a shot in the dead of the night A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump, It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps The plan of the house, the body in bed And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud A float, a drift, a flight, a wing A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe It's a thorn on your hand and a cut in your toe A point, a grain, a bee, a bite A blink, a blizzard, a sudden stroke of night A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone, the end of the road The rest of a stump, a lonesome road A sliver of glass, a life, the sun A knife, a death, the end of the run And the river bank talks of the waters of March It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart



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