Where You Stand

F#7 F#7 The traffic lights are red for the honest man F#7 He can wait or he can gable but it may not go to plan F#7 Pounding on the door of life's lucky breaks F#7 But your efforts are in vain because the doorman's on the take C#5 B5 A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap C#5 B5 Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at E F# And he says "There is no place more sacred than where you stand" B5 Where you stand F#5 Where you stand B5 E5 Where you stand, so stand up Guitar Solo F# B F# B F#7 An old lady gets on the bus with a pale faced voice F#7 Looks around at all the sitters and she carefully makes her choice F#7 Sits next to me holding her handbag up close F#7 Keeps her eye on the one she fears the most C#5 B5 A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap C#5 B5 Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at E F# And he says "There is no place more sacred than where you stand" B5 Where you stand F#5 Where you stand B5 E5 Where you stand, so stand up Guitar Solo F# B F# B F# B F# B F# I'm sick of being sold things B I'm sick of being sold things I already own F# Like a redskin indian B Like a redskin indian who had to buy back his home F# B The rabbi can teach, teach what the bagman can't sell F# B But in this ramshackle world it's time to ring them bells F# B No one is freeborn and nowhere unzoned F# A man in a black coat and a pigskin cap B F# B5 N.C. Looks up to his saviour and asks where it's at F# Where you stand B Where you stand F# Where you stand B Where you stand, so stand up F# B F# B F# B F# B F# B F# B F# B F#5 N.C. B5