Dr Livingstone - Crowded House

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Dr. Livingstone -       Crowded House

this is an attempt to 'catch' the feel of the song into single chords, so it can be 
played on one guitar.

Intro:
       .     
e|1-----1-----
B|1-----1-----
G|2-----2-----
D|3-----3-----
A|3-----3-----
E|1-1-1-1-1-1-

     .      
3-----3----|-1
3-----3----|-3
4-----4----|-1
5-----5----|-3
5-----5----|-1
3-3-3-3-3-3|--

            
-----1-----1--
-----3-----3--
-----1-----1--
-----3-----3--
-1-1-1-1-1-1-1
--------------

     
---1-4p1|
---3-3--|
---1-1--|     2x
---3-3--|
-1-1----|
--------|

             
   Steam ship 

 
   sail down t

he river

     Fight the

 mosquitoes
    
that   lie in 

the swamp
             
  White smoke 

 
   cover the j

ungle

    see Dr. Li

vingston

     land with

 a thump
       
     Down    w

         
here the      

            
sad    widows 

       
gather
+sus2/       *     +sus2/      
          
          Youn


g    women    

      weep    

 for their   d

ying babies
       
       I    am

        
 a     white  


  man in Afric

a
   
          If  

*           
   I were to  

     
       stay   

*
   here there'

d be
   
no     one to 

save me /

             
I hear the   d

              
rums, I know i

     
t's    urgent
            
I hear sur-   

             
  vival in his

  
    hands
             
Switch to    r

              
ecord, I get t

    
he    picture
           
But I will    

              
 never under- 


   stand

Break:
       .     
e|1-----1-----
B|1-----1-----
G|2-----2-----
D|3-----3-----
A|3-----3-----
E|1-1-1-1-1-1-

     .      
3-----3----|-1
3-----3----|-3
4-----4----|-1
5-----5----|-3
5-----5----|-1
3-3-3-3-3-3|--

            
-----1-----1--
-----3-----3--
-----1-----1--
-----3-----3--
-1-1-1-1-1-1-1
--------------

     
---1-4p1|
---3-3--|
---1-1--|     2x
---3-3--|
-1-1----|
--------|


             
   Mad world i

  
n-   visible a

rmy
           
     Blow up t

              
he bridges and

 
     come like

 a storm
            
  Young girl  

 eyes full of 

promise
           
     Carry the

          
 baby and     

keeping it war

m
       
      Down    

         
where the     

            
 sad    widows

        
 gather
+sus2/      *    +sus2/        
          
          Youn


g    men      

    go down   

  on their    

 knees
       
       I     a

         
m a      white


    man in Afr

ica
    +sus2/      *             
     
With          

           
 more    than 

 
just my       

    god to ap-

   pease

             
I hear the    

              
drums, I know 

     
it's   urgent
            
I hear sur-   

             
  vival in his

 
   hands
             
Switch to    r

              
ecord, I get t

   
he    picture
           
But I will    

              
 never under- 

 
   stand

             
How there is  

             
  love in his 


   face
            
In the    mids

              
t of all this 


  waste



            
In the   Mozam

            
bique    sun  

          
  under the   

gun
             
I hear the    

        
drums,
           
I hear     sur

             
vival in his  

  hands,
             
I hear the    

      
drums
            
There is a    

             
 curse upon th

   
is   land
             
Hear the    dr

              
ums, know it's

 
   urgent
              
   Hear sur-  

           
    vival in h

   
is    hands
             
Hit re-   cord

         
 get the    pi

cture,
           
I will     nev

          
er under-    s

tand

Solo:
       .     
e|1-----1-----
B|1-----1-----
G|2-----2-----
D|3-----3-----
A|3-----3-----
E|1-1-1-1-1-1-

     .      
3-----3----|-1
3-----3----|-3
4-----4----|-1
5-----5----|-3
5-----5----|-1
3-3-3-3-3-3|--

            
-----1-----1--
-----3-----3--
-----1-----1--
-----3-----3--
-1-1-1-1-1-1-1
--------------

     
---1-4p1|
---3-3--|
---1-1--|
---3-3--|
-1-1----|
--------|


             
   Child of th

            
e    sound and

           
 the    fury
             
  Left all a- 

           
   lone in a  

           
  warzone,
             
  Child of the

            
   sound and t

        
he   fury

       
      aah     

          
aaah      aah 


    aaah

             
The   hour is 

             
late and the  


  thought of m

y bed
           
Makes me     t

         
ired and     r

eady for sleep
             
So    tell me 

              
about all the 


   places you 

go
           
All the    lie

              
s that you swa

         
llow The    pe

ople you keep
             
Viva the    mo

         
nastery,   Tha

t's where I wa

nna be
           
   wrestle my 


   soul!
  ///

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