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From: Litgo@aol.com
Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 14:57:48 -0400
To: guitar@nevada.edu
Subject: CRD: Sea_And_Sand By: WHO

Sea and Sand
By the Who, From Quadrophenia, 1973. Written by Pete Townshend

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transcribed by
litgo@aol.com
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A2:    x02200
C9:    x32030
G/B:   x20030
Fmaj7: 1x3210 (use thumb)
A/G:   3x22xx

Intro:

A2

A2                     
Here by the sea and sand nothing ever goes as planned,

                D D                  E E
I just couldn't face going home

              A          Asus   A
It was just a drag on my own.

A2                   
They finally threw me out, my mother got drunk on stout,

                D D                  E E
My dad couldn't stand on two feet,

                     A             Asus A
As he lectured about morality.

                D                     E E
Now I guess the families complete,

                 G            D
With me hanging 'round on the street

   G           A
Or here on the beach.

C9         G/B               Am     
The girl I love is a perfect dresser,

Fmaj7       Em              D            Dsus
Wears every fashion gets it to the tee.

C9       G/B   Am
Heavens above, I got to match her

Fmaj7                  Em               D
She knows just how she wants her man to be

Dsus4       D          G G
Leave it to me.

   A              A/G A   A        G      D/A
My jacket's gonna be  cut slim and checked

        A            A/G A          A    G    D/A
Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck

         A    A/G A           A        G   D/A
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat

          A       A/G  A      A        D/A
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.

I see her dance, across the ballroom
UV light making starshine of her smile.
I am the face, she has to know me,
I'm dressed up better than anyone within a mile.

So how come the other tickets look much better?
Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter.
How come the girls come on oh so cool
But yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool?

Come sleep on the beach, keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near I'm feeling so high with you here.
I'm wet and I'm cold but thank God I ain't old
Why didn't I ever say what I mean? 
I should have split home at fifteen
There's a story that the grass is so green,
What did I see? Where have I been?

G          D               G           A
Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand

D/A    A   A/G A         A           G D/A  

D/A                 A                G D/A  
I'm the face if you want it...

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