A F#m Your sword’s grown old and rusty E D Burnt beneath the rising sun A F#m It’s locked up like a trophy E D Forgetting all the things it’s done (verse ) A When I was 17 F#m I had wrists like steel E D And I felt complete A F#m Your sword’s grown old and rusty E D Burnt beneath the rising sun A F#m It’s locked up like a trophy E D Forgetting all the things it’s done (verse ) A I heard you play guitar F#m Down at a seedy bar E D Where skinheads used to fight A F#m Your sword’s grown old and rusty E D Burnt beneath the rising sun A F#m It’s locked up like a trophy E D Forgetting all the things it’s done A F#m I see you shine in your way E D Go on, go on, go on A F#m Your sword’s grown old and rusty E D Burnt beneath the rising sun A F#m It’s locked up like a trophy E D Forgetting all the things it’s done
