Sketches Of Spain

verse 1 
     Em                       D 
The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain 
     C 
The war is rolling over Spain 
Em                          D 
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite 
 C 
Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night 
        Em                            D 
In the window near the last 'O' of the sign 'Hotel Colon' 
    C 
Machine guns sweep the quare for fun 
     Em 
The rich draw the steel curtains 
     D 
The poor just lock the door 
C 
They don't want this war no more 
    Em          D            C 
It never never never never never stops never stops 
    Em          D            C 
It never never never never never stops never stops 

Bridge 
Em 
(as a reply on the bass) 

verse 2 
        Em                          D 
In the hills round Zaragoza we're waiting to attack 
   C 
A knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag 
     Em 
The boredom and the lack of sleep 
     D 
The tin cans in the mud 
     C 
And red is the colour of our blood 
     Em         D           C 
We never never never never never stop, never stop 
     Em         D           C 
We never never never never never stop, never stop 

[Refrão]

Chorus 
Em 
I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt 
Em 
I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter 
Em 
I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt 
Em 
I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter 

Instrumental 
Em G D G 
Em G D G 
Em G D G 
Em G D G 
Em G D F C 

verse 3 
Em                       D 
The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain 
     C 
The war is rolling over Spain 
Em                          D 
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite 
 C 
Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night 
      Em         D           C 
They never never never never never stop, never stop 
      Em         D           C 
They never never never never never stop, never stop 

[Refrão]

Chorus 
Em 
I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt 
Em 
I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter 
Em 
I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt 
Em 
I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter