Coastline
Written by Gerry Beckley, ©1980

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Amaj7  Emaj9  Amaj7  Emaj9
(Intro)

  Amaj7
I drive to the coastline
Emaj9              Amaj7                 Emaj9
Looking for visual pleasures to catch my eye
    Amaj7            Emaj9
The sun turns around hits me on the shoulder
Amaj7  Emaj9
I fly away

Amaj7          Emaj9
Due to the situation this morning
Amaj7                 Emaj9
All in the world's OK
  Amaj7             Emaj9
I head down Sunset, north to Santa Barbara
   Amaj7 F#7sus4  F#7
We sail away

B                     F#7
  I could live in the walls of a prison
B                       F#    B           A
  Where the warm summer winds would never blow
B                      F#7
  Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side)
B              F#         B     A                Amaj7
  And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know

Emaj9  Amaj7  Emaj9

Amaj7               Emaj9
I must have spent a lifetime as a sailor
Amaj7                   Emaj9
      Sailin' the ocean blue
Amaj7                  Emaj9             F#7sus4
      But every single waterway leads to you
   F#7
To you

B                     F#7
  I could live in the walls of a prison
B                       F#    B           A
  Where the warm summer winds would never blow
B                      F#7
  Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side)
B              F#         B     A                F#7
  And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know

B  F#  B

    F#7                 B
I'm headin' out over an ocean of blue
    F#7                 B
The trailin' wake far behind
      D#m     G#m
Won't turn me down
       C#m   B        F#
And it won't turn me around

B                     F#7
  I could live in the walls of a prison
B                       F#    B           A
  Where the warm summer winds would never blow
B                      F#7
  Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side)
B              F#         B     A                Amaj7
  And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know

Emaj9  Amaj7

Last Revised: 9 November 2013