What It Is

												
Intro:   F#m    A  | D     E   | 
            F#m         | D     E   | X3 
F#m                                  A                      D                                   A               E 
Drink and dance are spilling out and straggering in the square    
There’s lads and lasses falling about and a crackelling in the air 
Then around the dungeon doors there’s shelters in the queues   
 Everybody’s looking for somebody’s arms to fall into 
  
F#m     D     E                       F#m                D   E 
It’s what it is                      It’s what it is now 
F#m                                 A                                   D                           A             E 
Bere’s frost on the graves and the monuments but the 
taverns are warm in town ,People curse the government and shovel 
 hot food down 
Lights are out in cityhall ,the castle and the keep,          
 Moon shines down upon it all  the legless and the sleepless 
  
D                    A              
Cold on a tollgate where the wagons creeping through 
D                   A         E 
Cold on a tollgate   God knows what I can do 
F#m                    D         E         F#m                D           E 
Bmm that’s what it is                      It’s what it is now 
               Riff1 
  
F#m                               A                                   D                                A              E 
The garnison sleeps and the citadel with the ghosts and the ancient stones   
 Bigh on the parapet the scottish pipers stands alone 
Bigh on the wind the howling runes speak of the rule                  
 And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul 
  
Cold on a tollgate where the caledonian moves 
Cold on a tollgate god knows what I can do with you 
  
That’s what it is  (riff1)      It’s what it is now  (riff2) 
F#m 
There’s a chink of light as a burning wick 
A 
There’s a lantern in  the tower 
D                                                A                 E 
Wee Willie Winkie with the candle sticks still writing songs in the mean Wee hours 
F#m                                         A           
On charlotte street they take a walking stick from my hotel 
D                                   E 
The ghost of dirty dick is still in search of little nell 
  
That’s what it is….. 
 
this is all icould as this site doesn't have  a single song of mark knopfler