What It Is Cifras

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                      What It Is – Mark Knopfler
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Written by: Mark Knopfler
From: “Sailing to Philadelphia” (2000)
 
Tabbed by: maguri
Tuning: Standard
 
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[Intro]
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[Verse]
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The drinking dens are spilling out and staggering in the square,
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There's lads and lasses falling about and a crackelling in the air
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 Then around the dungeon doors there's shelters in the queues,
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 Everybody's looking for somebody's arms to fall into
 
 
[Chorus]
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It's what it is
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That's what it is, now
 
 
[Verse]
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Here's frost on the graves and the monuments but the taverns are warm in town
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 People curse the government and shovel hot food down
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Lights are out in cityhall, the castle and the keep
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Moon shines down upon it all, the legless and the sleepless
 
 
[Bridge]
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 Cold on a tollgate where the wagons creeping through
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 Cold on a tollgate, God knows what I can do
 
 
[Chorus]
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It's what it is
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That's what it is, now
 
 
[Verse]
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The garrison sleeps and the citadel with the ghosts and the ancient stones
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 High on the parapet the Scottish piper stands alone
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And high on the wind, The highland drums begin to roll
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 And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul
 
 
[Bridge]
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 And it's cold on the tollgate, With the Caledonian Blues
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 Cold on a tollgate, God knows what I can do with you
 
 
[Chorus]
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It's what it is
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That's what it is, now
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What it is
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That's what it is, now
 
 
[Solo]
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[Verse]
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There's a chink of light as a burning wick, there's a lantern in the tower
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Wee Willie Winkie with the candle sticks still writing songs in the mean wee hours
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On Charlotte Street they take a walking stick from my hotel
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The ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of little Nell
 
 
 
[Chorus]
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It's what it is
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It's what it is, now
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It's what it is
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What it is, now
 
 
[Instrumental]
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[Outro Solo]
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[Coda]
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