Artist: The Nightwatchman Song: The Fabled City Album: The Fabled City It's not 440hz. It's around 433hz, depending if he tuned down. Capo 2 | | x2 Me and Javier shouted slogans in Spanish Like it was our world to win Then they move a plant down Ojada Time to bite your tongue again Chorus: I've seen the fabled city It's streets are paved with gold But an iron fence round it It's iron gate is closed | | x2 What ain't right ain't right he told me But something else passed behind his eyes No he's downtown on his knees washing floors for somebody And quietly biding his time Chorus: I've seen the fabled city It's streets are paved with gold But an iron fence round it It's iron gate is closed Hey | | x2 | | x2 The gas station on Sunset and Crescent I met an angel sad and old She lived in the alley behind the market In the shadows may be hidden from the lord And for a dime she sang a song Sounded more like a prayer A wish that her dead mother and father Couldn't look down and see her there Chorus: I've seen the fabled city It's streets are paved with gold But an iron fence round it It's iron gate is closed | | x2 On a wire outside my window There sit one hundred swallows And I suspect that if one flew Then ninety nine would follow ============================ Tuned Down Half Step Version ============================ | | x2 Me and Javier shouted slogans in Spanish Like it was our world to win Then they move a plant down Ojada Time to bite your tongue again Chorus: I've seen the fabled city It's streets are paved with gold But an iron fence round it It's iron gate is closed | | x2 What ain't right ain't right he told me But something else passed behind his eyes No he's downtown on his knees washing floors for somebody And quietly biding his time Chorus: I've seen the fabled city It's streets are paved with gold But an iron fence round it It's iron gate is closed, hey | | x2 | | x2 The gas station on Sunset and Crescent I met an angel sad and old She lived in the alley behind the market In the shadows may be hidden from the lord And for a dime she sang a song Sounded more like a prayer A wish that her dead mother and father Couldn't look down and see her there Chorus: I've seen the fabled city It's streets are paved with gold But an iron fence round it It's iron gate is closed | | x2 On a wire outside my window There sit one hundred swallows And I suspect that if one flew Then ninety nine would follow