Biography:
Christopher Anton Rea (born 4 March 1951) is an English rock and blues singer-songwriter and guitarist. Born and raised in Middlesbrough, he is of Italian and Irish descent. He is known for his distinctive, husky singing and slide guitar playing, with the Guinness Rockopedia describing him as a "gravel-voiced guitar stalwart". After learning to play the guitar relatively late, a short burst of local band activity led to his launching a solo career in 1978.
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Other songs:
- Driving Home For Christmas
- Fool If You Think It's Over
- Looking For The Summer
- Road To Hell
- 90 Blues
- Ace Of Hearts
- All Summer Long
- Auberge
- Blue Cafe
- Candles
- Come So Far Yet Still So Far To Go
- Curse Of The Traveller
- Daytona
- Fool
- Girl In A Sports Car
- Giverny
- Gods Great Banana Skin
- Gone Fishing
- Heaven
- I Can Hear Your Heartbeat
- I Dont Know What It Is But I Love It
- Im Still Holding On
- Josephine
- Julia
- Lets Dance
- Loves Strange Ways
- Midnight Blue
- Nothing Left Behind
- Nothing To Fear
- Nothings Happening By The Sea
- On The Beach
- Raincoat And A Rose
- Road To Hell Part 1
- Road To Hell Part 1 2
- September Blue
- Shamrock Diaries
- Sing A Song Of Love To Me
- Soft Top Hard Shoulder
- Stainsby Girls
- Steel River
- Summer Love
- Texas
- Thats What They Always Say
- The Chance Of Love
- Thinking Of You
- Touche D Amour
- When The Grey Skies Turn To Blue
- Who Do You Love
- Windy Town
- Winning
- Winter Song
- You Must Be Evil
- Your Warm And Tender Love
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Auberge - Chris Rea
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Am
On the hard fast train, on the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
There's a sudden itch, an electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own
[Chorus]
G
This is the naked truth, this is the light
F E
There's only one place left to go
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
[Verse 2]
Am
You meet the silent type, on a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache, give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter
[Chorus]
G
'Cause, this is the naked truth, this is the light
F E
There's only one place left to go
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
Am
Give me a weekend, give me a day
Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger, and you'll die on your knees
Begging for mercy, saying please, mister please!
[Chorus]
G
'Cause, this is the naked truth, this is the light
F E
There's only one place left to go
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
[Outro]
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
D
Auberge!
[Intro]
| Am | % |
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| D | % | Am | % |
[Verse 1]
Am
On the hard fast train, on the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
There's a sudden itch, an electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own
[Chorus]
G
This is the naked truth, this is the light
F E
There's only one place left to go
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
[Verse 2]
Am
You meet the silent type, on a windy trail
With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you ache, give yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter
[Chorus]
G
'Cause, this is the naked truth, this is the light
F E
There's only one place left to go
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
Am
Give me a weekend, give me a day
Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger, and you'll die on your knees
Begging for mercy, saying please, mister please!
[Chorus]
G
'Cause, this is the naked truth, this is the light
F E
There's only one place left to go
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
[Outro]
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
Am D
Auberge, Auberge
D
Auberge!
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