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Lights Of Taormina 
Tom: G
| G | x10
| G | C | G | % |
| G | Em | D | % |
| C | % | G | C/G |
| G | C D | G | % |
         G
There’s laughter in the darkness
 C                            G
Music floating in across the bay
           G
He’s half listening and wondering
 Em                              D
How he could have let her slip away
    C
So long ago but still he wants to know
               G        C/G
If anyone has seen her
          G
And he’s sitting out in the night
         C             D             G    D
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
           G                          C
They were young and love was shining
                         G
Like the colours of the rainbow
   G
Desire felt like choking
           Em                  D/A
Love was smoking under the volcano
         C
He can still taste her kisses
                               G    C/G
Sweet as the red wine from Messina
          G
Now he’s sitting out in the night
         C             D             G
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
C
Seems like another lifetime
                                   G
When they rambled along the shore
Seems like another lifetime
                                      C
She used to call him her sweet senor
Maybe in another lifetime
                         G
On a pathway to the sea
                        D
Maybe there they’ll be
           G
The crowd calls for the emperor
        C                          G
Raise their hands to hail another king
          G
But he’s been so long a wanderer
  Em                             D
Another crowd can never mean a thing
    C
He came, he saw, he conquered
                                    G    C/G
Ten thousand voices roared in the arena
          G
Now he’s sitting out in the night
         C             D             G
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
| G | C | G | % |
| G | Em | D | % |
| C | % | G | C/G |
| G | C D | G | % |
               G
He hears the chimes of history
 C                             G
Myths of gods and men forever ringing
          G
Ancient dreams in all their mystery
 Em                          D
Wars for Sicily and Spartan women
        C
In the mists of antiquity
                                  G    C
Ships of war set sail from Carthagina
          G
Now he’s sitting out in the night
         C             D             G    C
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
 G
Sitting out in the night
         C             D             G
Looking down upon the lights of Taormina
| G | C/G | G | % |
| G | Em | D | % |
| C | % | G | C/G |
| G | C D | G | % |
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Terminal of Tribute 
Tom: Am
Intro:
| Am | Am Am/G# | Am/G Am/F# | Am/F Am/E |
| Am/G Am/F# | Am/F Am/E | Am/G Am/F# | Am/F Am/G |
| Am |
Am
        Am/G#         Am/G    Am/F#  Am/F
On the road again in cabaret
         Am/E  Am/G    Am/F#  Am/F
Grey hair and Fenders
              Am/E  Am/G    Am/F#  Am/F
Old ghosts revisited today
 Am/G        Am
No original members
Am
             C/G              D/F#       F
Pick out a pretty one and toss your hair
       C                  G      D/A  F
Seems foolish when you’re older
            C              G         D/A  F
You always felt you never had your share
    G                 Am
A chip on both your shoulders

A
             E/G#      Em/G    D/F#  Dm/F
You’ve been faking it so long
         C          G           D/A  F
Now you don’t know right from wrong
             C           G           D/A  F
Or what the future has in store for you
        G            Am
In the terminal of tribute to

Am
       C/G              D/F#        F
Every day you take the bitter pill
              C        G              D/A  F
The minibus driver says and you are who
           C             G       D/A  F
You never made it and you never will
        G            Am
In the terminal of tribute to

             C                          G/B
Where your plans are forever falling through
           Gm/Bb                   A7
And your dreams are movies never shot
               Dm                       F/C
And you’re someone, a shadow passing through
              Bm7b5  E7
Nobody ever knew
             (Am)
So nobody forgot
| Am C/G | D/F# D/A | F C | G D/A |
| F C | G D/A | F G |
| Am | % | % |
Am
              C/G             D/F#     D/A  F
Your bag has fallen from the carousel
              C               G         D/A  F  
They say one day it could come back to you
          C        G     D/A  F
Exactly when nobody can tell
        G            Am
In the terminal of tribute to

A
             E/G#      Em/G    D/F#  Dm/F
You’ve been faking it so long
         C          G           D/A  F
Now you don’t know right from wrong
             C           G           D/A  F
Or what the future has in store for you
        G            Am
In the terminal of tribute to

A
             E/G#      Em/G    D/F#  Dm/F
You’ve been faking it so long
         C          G           D/A  F
Now you don’t know right from wrong
             C           G           D/A  F
Or what the future has in store for you
        G            Am
In the terminal of tribute to
| A E/G# | Em/G D/F# | Dm/F C | G D/A |
| F C | G D/A | F G | Am |
| Am Am/G# | Am/G Am/F# | Am/F Am/E |
| Am/G Am/F# | Am/F Am/E | Am/G Am/F# | Am/F Am/G |
| Am |
| Am Am/G# | Am/G Am/F# | Am/F |

 

Laughs And Jokes And Drinks And Smokes 
Tom: Am
Intro:| Am7 Em7 | x12
| Am F | F G | Em Am | 3/8 F | G |
| Am F | F G | Em Am | Dm G |
| C | G C | Am G | Am |
| C | G C | Am G | Am |
| Am | % |
Am
Laughs and jokes
      C          F
And drinks and smokes
     C                       F
And no lights on the stairs
         Am
We were young, so young
    C             F
And always broke
      G           Am    F
Not that we ever cared
      C    G      C
Not that we ever cared
           G            F
Well, the holes in the walls
      C          G
Were such a lot
            F           C
Welcome to London town
                 G        F
But when you’re new to it all
          C
And you think you’re hot
             G          F              C
You’re not planning on hanging around
 C                        F
People would go on their different ways
   C                    Am   F
I left to start a band
   G           F         C          G
A note came through the letter box
          F        C
In your childlike hand
     Am
Oh, laughs and jokes
      C          F
And drinks and smokes
     C                 F
And no lights on the stairs
         Am
We were young, so young
    C        F
And always broke
      G           Am    F
Not that we ever cared
      C    G      C
Not that we ever cared
     G     F        C
One day I rode to where you were
     G        F         C
The doorbell jangled a note
      G            F
They buzzed me in
    C
I climbed the stairs
       G         F            C
In my boots and leather coat
           C
There’s an old brass
               F
Standing there at the top
    C                 Am   F
Without her witch’s broom
   G       F              C
It almost seemed like a knocking shop
          G         F             C
When the girls came out of their rooms
         G           F
And they all stood around
      C
And stared at me
      G          F    C     G
Two brunettes and a blonde
         F            C
Then the old brass shrugged and said
    G              F       C    C
We don’t know where she’s gone
                  F
Later on I picked up the ball
       C                 Am   F
And I took off down the line
      G        F       C
I suppose by then I’d realised
       G      F            C
You’d run into hard times
     Am
Oh, laughs and jokes
      C          F
And drinks and smokes
     C                 F
And no lights on the stairs
         Am
We were young, so young
    C        F
And always broke
      G           Am    F
Not that we ever cared
      C/G  G      C
Not that we ever cared
| Am F | F G | Em Am | 3/8 F | G |
| Am F | F G | Em Am | Dm G |
| C | G C | Am G | Am |
| C | G C | Am G | Am |
| Am7 Em7 |

 

Basil
Tom: Am
Intro:  | C | E7 | Am | % | | Am | % |
            (Am)      C/G         F    Dm/A
My Saturday job pays six and six down
                     F
A copy boy at the Chronicle
          Am             C/G          F     Dm/A
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
                       F               Dm/A
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town
          F            Am
Boy, do we get around
            (Am)         C/G       F    Dm
Basil sits there on the table for subs
                        F
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
               Am         C/G          F
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
      Dm
Bored out of his mind
          F
With the Colins and Bobs
                  C/G  FMaj7
I’m a jack and a lad
                    C     FMaj7
And I’m up for the world
                   C         F    Am
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl

   (Am)                    C/G      F    Dm
He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
              F
Poets have to eat as well
                  Am           C          F   Dm
What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today
                  F               Dm
To have time to think about time
                  F
And young love thrown away
                  C   FMaj7
I’m a jack and a lad
                    C     FMaj7         
And I’m up for the world
                   C         F
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl
  F                    C    E7
Starlings swarming a cloud
       Am
Over Grainger Street
           F
Over the black church
Dm         C         E7
Over the Black Gate
                (Am)
And the shadowy Keep
| Am | D9/F#  | Bm7b5  | E7 |
| F  | % | C | E7 |
| Am |
                     (Am)
He peers through his wire rims
        C/G           F     Dm
At the fish and chip words
                      F
He’s supposed to dish up and forget
              Am           C           F
His drudgery now has become slightly blurred
   Dm                         F
By one of his Players untipped cigarettes
          C   FMaj7
Bury all joy
                  C     FMaj7
Put the poems in sacks
             C             F
And bury me here with the hacks
| Am | Am7 | % | Am |
                  (Am)
In the summer the fair
             C/G       F
Will stretch over the Moor
 Dm/A                    F
Lovers will lie and make out in the park
           Am          C/G         F    Dm
Basil puts on his old duffel and scarf
                F
And goes out into the dark
| C | FMaj7 | C | FMaj7 |
| C | F | % |
| F |
Secondarty Waltz
Tom: C
Intro: C C F C C G C


      C                       F    C
The school Christmas party is com-ing
    C                    F
We ain't doing rugby no more
 F          G           C    F
McIntyre’s teaching us waltz-ing
C          F         C        F
Out on the gymnasium floor
C           F    C
Out on the gymnasium floor
C                     F  C
McIntyre's out of the ar-my
                             F 
You’ll be slipper’d if you get it wrong
F          G         C           F
McIntyre's din looms loud in the gym
           C          F            C     F
And we've only got a little short song
       C           F     C
We've only got a little short song


  
         F                            C
And it's one two three two two we're all a disgrace
                   F
McIntyre tore us apart
                                      C              F  (pick the F)
And we dance with ourselves when we’d all found a space
    C          F            C      F
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
    C           F         C
Waltzing with fear in our hearts



C C F C C G C (same as intro)



Comes the day of the final maneuvers
All of our heads are a-whirl
It’s getting much closer to D-Day
This time we're gonna do it with girls
This time we're gonna do it with girls

In the arena the ladies were waiting
A twelve year old partner to guide
Some matches were fixed
The rest of us mixed
And a fat girl got left at the side
The fat girl got left at the side

         F                            C
And it's one two three two two we're all a disgrace
                   F
McIntyre tore us apart
                                      C              F  (pick the F)
And we dance with ourselves when we’d all found a space
    C          F            C      F
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
    C           F         C
Waltzing with fear in our hearts



          F                         C                      
When you come to my fights and I’m under the lights
                                F
And you see that my footwork is false
                                        F   (pick the F)
Don't count me out at the start of the bout
          C         F        C     F
I'm just doing the secondary waltz
C          F        C
Doing the secondary waltz



C C F C C G C (same as intro)
Occupation Blues 
Tom: Am
Intro: | - C G/B C | Dm G | Am F | G |
| C - G/B C | Dm - G E7/Ab | Am F |
| E7 | % || Am | % | % | % |
       Am                           E7
I can get you what you want at the market
                          Am   F
As long as you have the price
                    C        Bm7b5
The colonel is the governor
                   E7
He steals from his own supply
     Am                     E7
The Jail house is full of small fry
                     Am   Am/G  F
Who never did much wrong
                   C
All the big fish swam away
E7        Am
All long gone
C    Dm7  G
All long gone
Am   F    G
All long gone
C    Dm7  G
All long gone
Am   F    E7              Am
All long gone - all long gone
       Am                              E7
I can get you what you want at the market
                    Am   F
Everybody’s on the make
                    C        Bm7b5
The colonel is the governor
                E7               Am
And he’s on a slice of the cake
                     E7
And everyone in this occupied land
           Am   Am/G  F
is on the game
                  C          E7
And over here in contraband
          Am
It’s the same
C    Dm7  G
All long gone
Am   F    G
All long gone
C    Dm7  G
All long gone
Am   F    E7              Am
All long gone - all long gone
  Am
Chief cook and bottle washer
That’s me
Dm6      Am
I’m the man
So many people to see
 Dm6   Am
Contraband
Chief cook and bottle washer
That’s me
Dm6      Am
I’m the man
             G
What do you do
  F7            E7
What do you do
                 Am
You do what you can
| Am | E7 | % | Am Am/G |
| F | C | Bm7b5 | E7 |
| Am | E7 | % | Am Am/G |
| F | C | E/G# E7 | Am |
| Am |
C    Dm7  G
All long gone
Am   F    G
All long gone
C    Dm7  G    E/G#
All long gone
Am   F    E7              Am
All long gone - all long gone
C
             G/B
There’ll be rain
 C Dm       G
behind the wind
 Am        F       G    C/G
Last night it was cold
      G/B  C  Dm        G
And when   it all caves in
E/G#  Am    F   E7
I’ll tell them
I only did what I was told
| Am |

 

Your Perfect Song 
Tom: F
Intro: | C | F | - G7 | C |
| C | F | G7sus4 | C |
| C |
             F
Ever certain   ever strong
      G/B      C            G7sus4
Your song the perfect song
                     F         G7
Like a bright star shining on
              C
Your perfect song
              F
Never waivers,  never wrong
      G7       C
Your song the perfect Song
       C/E        F           G7sus4
In my heart where it belongs
              C
Your perfect song
| C | F | - G7 | C |
| C | F | G7sus4 | C | repeat
G
              C            G
Your eyes in candle light
             C   G
Sparkle so true
                       Am             F
My words could never shine as bright
                        G7  G7sus4  G7
But they’ll have to do
C
             F
Ever certain   ever strong
      G7       C
Your song the perfect Song
                  F             G7sus4
In my heart where   it belongs
              C    G7sus4
Your perfect song
              C
Your perfect song
| C | F | - G7 | C |
| C | F | G7sus4 | C | repeat
| G7sus4 | C |
After The Beanstalk 
Tom: C
Intro: | C | F | C | C7 |
| F | % | C | % |
| C | G7 | C F | C G7 |
        C                   F                        C    C7
Well a hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
   F                                            C
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
                                G7            C    F   C  G7
Well the hen’s alright but the harp is everything
           C                   F                 C    C7
When he’s gunning for glory a boy just won’t be told 
 F                                     C
Gunning for glory a boy just won’t be told 
                              G7                C    F  C  G7
I went up three times but it never was for the gold
C    F                      C   C7
Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
F                           C
Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
            G7                      C   F  C  G7
That old cow she wasn’t milking anyhow
| C | F | C | C7 |
| F | % | C | % |
| C | G7 | C F | C G7 |
                   
C                  F                     C    C7
After the beanstalk your life’s not the same
F                                        C
After the beanstalk your life’s not the same
                          G7                     C    F  C  G7 
Well the harp’s worth more than any fortune and fame
C    F                      C   C7
Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
F                           C
Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
                           G7                   C     F  C  G7
I’m still up in the morning to get behind the plough
| C | F | C | C7 |
| F | % | C | % |
| C | G7 | C F | C G7 |
   C                   F                        C    C7
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
   F                                            C
A hen can lay a golden egg but she still can’t sing
                                G7            C    F  C  G7
Well the hen’s alright but the harp is everything
     F                      C   C7
Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
F                           C
Oh, Mama what’s the matter now
                           G7                   C     F
I’m still up in the morning to get behind the plough
| C |

 

Blood And Water 
Tom: Em
Intro:| G Eaug | A7 D7 | Bb | B7 | Em

                                   Em6  Am7
Blood and water bound to overflow
                               Em  Em7  Em  Em7
Blood and water bound to overflow
              G
Well there’s no more high water
        Asus2|F#        B7          Em  Em7  D7/A
But the Old Man’s just waiting, I know
        G
He was sent up on the levee
             B7
Now they’ve gone up country
      C
They won’t do nothing for you now 
     G
And don’t go asking me
         A7   B7                 Em  D7
They’ve gone     it’s all over here
     G
Sometimes I’d see her passing
         B7
With the evening coming on
C                             C#dim7
I’ve seen you on her pathway
                       G
I’ve seen you at dawn
                        B7            C
Look over yonder at that empty shack
                          C#dim7
You know as well as I do
They ain’t coming back
           G  Eaug  A7  D7             G    B7
They’re gone            it’s all over here
Em
                                   Am7
Blood and water bound to overflow
                               Em 
Blood and water bound to overflow
              G
Well there’s no more high water
        Asus2|F#        B7          Em   B7
But the Old Man’s just waiting, I know
| Em | % | % | % |
| Am7 | % | Em | % |
| G | Asus2|F# B7 | Em | D7 |
G
So many promises
     B7
We broke them, every one
 C
Kept people on the levees
      G
Withsherrifs and shotguns
           A7  B7                 Em   D7
They’re gone       it’s all over here
G
                        B7             C
Look over yonder at that  empty shack
You know as well as I do
    C#dim7
They ain’t coming back
           G  Eaug  A7  D7             G    B7
They’re gone            it’s all over here
Em
                                   Am7
Blood and water bound to overflow
                               Em
Blood and water bound to overflow
              G                  Asus2|F# B7
Well there’s no more high water
 Em                 A7
No more high water
              G
Well there’s no more high water
        Asus2|F#        B7          Em   B7
But the Old Man’s just waiting, I know
| Em | % | % | % |
| Am7 | % | Em | % |
| G | Asus2|F# B7 | Em | B7 |

 

Bluebird 
Tom: Dm
Intro: 
| Dm | % | % | % |
| Gm | % | Dm | % |
| F | Gm6 A7 | Dm | % |
Got crows in my pasture
                 Gm
Rats in my barn
Crows in my pasture, babe
                 Dm
Rats in my barn
          F                    Gm6  A7
If I was you, little bluebird
                  Dm
I’d up and find another farm
I’ve got nightshade in my meadow
                    Gm
Ragweed in my corn
Nightshade in my meadow
                   Dm
And ragweed in my corn
          F                    Gm6  A7
If I was you, little bluebird
             Dm
I’d be long gone
| Dm | % | % | % |
| Gm | % | Dm | % |
| F | Gm6 A7 | Dm | % |
Yes, I got squirrels in my rafters
                   Gm
Weevils in my hay
Squirrels in my rafters
               Dm
Weevils in my hay
          F                    Gm6  A7
If I was you, little bluebird
             Dm
I’d up and fly away
Fly away, baby
| Dm | % | % | % |
| Gm | % | Dm | % |
| F | Gm6 A7 | Dm | % |
| Dm |

 

Y Como Es El 
Tom: C
Intro: C
I)
                   C         Dm     G
   Mirandote a los ojos juraria
                                 C
   que tienes algo nuevo que contarme
  F                      C
   empieza ya mujer, no tengas miedo
  F                        C
   quizas para mañana sea tarde
  F                        C
   quizas para mañana sea tarde.
II)
      F           G
   Y como es el
                         C
   en que lugar se enamoro de ti
       Dm         G
   de donde es
                           C
   a que dedica el tiempo libre
       Dm         G
   preguntale
                               C
   por que ha robado un trozo de mi vida
      Dm          G                     C
   es un ladron       que me ha robado todo.
III)
      F           G
   Y como es el
                         C
   en que lugar se enamoro de ti
       Dm         G
   de donde es
                           C
   a que dedica el tiempo libre
       Dm         G
   preguntale
                               C
   por que ha robado un trozo de mi vida
      Dm          G                     C
   es un ladron       que me ha robado todo.
Coro:) Comienza La Guitarra
                C               Dm      G
   Arreglate mujer, se te hace tarde
                                   C
   y llevete el paraguas por si llueve
  F                              C
   el te estara esperando para amarte
  F                          C
   y yo estare celoso de perderte.
        F         G
   Y abrigate
                          C
   te sienta bien ese vestido gris
        Dm        G
   sonriete
                               C
   que no sospeche que has llorado
      Dm          G
   y dejame
                        C
   que vaya preparando mi equipaje
       Dm       G                        C
   perdoname,        si te hago otra pregunta.
      F           G
   Y como es el
                         C
   en que lugar se enamoro de ti
       Dm         G
   de donde es
                           C
   a que dedica el tiempo libre
       Dm         G
   preguntale
                               C
   por que ha robado un trozo de mi vida
      Dm          G                     C
   es un ladron       que me ha robado todo.

 

Corned Beef City 
Tom: C
Intro: | C | % | % | % |
| C | % | % | % |
 C
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
                 Csus2
Wants a truck unloading
     Csus4   C
For cash-in-hand
You don’t ask questions
When there’s nothing in the bank 
                 Csus2
Got to feed the kids
             Csus4         C
And put the diesel in the tank
Bacon, egg and sausage
Double chips and beans 
                   G
Tea and bread and butter
       F             C
And a day on the machines
Christmas is coming
With the final demand
              G
What you got going
     F       C
For cash in hand
F  G        C
      So it ain’t too pretty
F  G   C
      Corned Beef City
F  G     C
      It ain’t too pretty
F  G/D  C
       Corned Beef City
| C | % | % | % |
| C G | F C | G F |
| C | % | % | % |
Early in the morning
Where the trucks all stand
                           G
I’ve got a pocket full of folding
       F             C
And a pair of jerry cans
I’ve got to keep it going
They’re laying off at Ford
                    G
I’m only one step ahead
       F      C
Of my room and board
F  G        C
      So it ain’t too pretty
F  G   C
      Corned Beef City
F  G     C
      It ain’t too pretty
F  G/D  C
       Corned Beef City
| C | % | % | % |
| C G | F C | G F |
| C | % | % | % |
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
                 G
Wants a truck unloading
     F       C
For cash-in-hand
You don’t ask questions
When there’s nothing in the bank 
                 G
Got to feed the kids
             F             C
And put the diesel in the tank
F  G        C
      So it ain’t too pretty
F  G   C
      Corned Beef City
F  G     C
      It ain’t too pretty
F  G/D  C
       Corned Beef City
| C | % | % | % |
| C G | F C | G F |
| C | % | % | % |
| C G | F C | G F |
| C 

 

Dream Of The Drowned Submariner 
Tom: C
Intro: | Am - - G/B | C | Dm Am - C/G | F |
| Am - - G/B | C | 3/4 Dm Am - | G | % |
    C           Fmaj7   G         C
We run along easy  at periscope depth
                Dm7         G
Sun dappling through clear water
 F            G            C         Am
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
      F    C/G   G            Am
Far awa     -    y from the slaughter
      C               Fmaj7      G            C
Your hair is a strawflower that sings in the sun
                  Dm7     G
My darling, my beautiful daughter
 F            G            C         Am
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
       F   C/G   G         Am
Cast awa    -    y on the water
| Am - - G/B | C | Dm Am - C/G | F |
| Am - - G/B | C | 3/4 Dm Am F | G | % |
| C Fmaj7 | G C | - - Dm7 - | G |
| F G/B | 2/4 C | Am | F C/G | G | Am | % |
      F           G      F            C/G
From down in the vault, down in the grave
         F          C/G          G
Reaching up to the light on the waves
 C          Fmaj7     G          C
So she did run to him over the grass
                Dm7          G
She fell in his arms and he caught her
 F            G            C         Am
So went the dream of the drowned submariner
    F    C/G  G         Am
Far awa   -   y on the water
    F    C/G  G         Am
Far awa   -   y on the water
| Am - - G/B | C | Dm Am - C/G | F |
| Am - - G/B | C | 3/4 Dm Am F | G | repeat
| G |
Go Love 
Tom: Am
Intro: | Am | F G | Am Am/G | F |
| Am | Csus4/F G | Am F | G | repeat
Am
                  F    G    Am
I had to leave for certain
           Am/G            F      Am
I like to come back now and then
                 Csus4/F   G     Am
Maybe I’m just retu   -   rning
   F             G    Am
So I can leave again
                     F    G    Am  Am/G
The wind comes softly blowing
                  F     Am
From the cold grey sea
                Csus4/F  G   Am
She leans into my col - lar
         F            G
Starts whispering to me
Am
                  Csus4/F  G  Am
Go, love, if you’re going
     Am/G                   F    Am
You keep looking down the track
                  Csus4/F  G  Am
Go, love, if you’re going
         F                  G
I’ll be here when you come back
 Am7 D7sus2/A      Am7 D7sus2/A  repeat
Go, love, if you’re going
 Am7 D7sus2/A      Am7 D7sus2/A  Am7 D7sus2/A
Go, love, if you’re going
| Am | F G | Am Am/G | F |
| Am | Csus4/F G | Am F | G | repeat
Am
                     F   G    Am
So go, love, if you’re going
        Am/G              F  Am
Don’t stay on account of me
                  Csus4/F   G     Am
Go, love, if you’re        going
               F               G
If that’s the way it’s got to be
Am
                  Csus4/F  G  Am
Go, love, if you’re going
     Am/G                   F    Am
You keep looking down the track
                  Csus4/F  G  Am
Go, love, if you’re going
         F                  G    G
I’ll be here when you come back
 Am7 D7sus2/A      Am7 D7sus2/A repeat
Go, love, if you’re going
 Am7 D7sus2/A      Am7 D7sus2/A  Am7 D7sus2/A  Am
Go, love, if you’re going
| Am7 D7sus2/A | repeat

 

Haul Away 
Tom: C
Intro: | C D | Em | D | C/G |
| G C/G | G |
                   C/G                      G
It was a windless night when you left the ship
     D/F#  G       G/B   C
You never were a steady bold one
                D/F#              Em
I gave my hand, ah, but you did slip
       Cmaj7  D/F#             Em       C/G
I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
       G    C/G            G
Haul away, haul away for home
              C/G                G
My love’s as fair as a girl can be
    D/F#    G         G/B   C/G
My wedding ring is a heavy gold one
                 D/F#               Em
Now you lie alone in the deep dark sea
       Cmaj7  D/F#             Em       C/G
I’m a living   man and you’re a cold one
       G    C/G           G
Haul away, haul away for home
| C/G | G - - D/F# | 2/4 G G/B | C |
| C D/F# | Em - - Cmaj7 | D/F# | Em C |
| G C/G | G |
              C/G                         G
The morning brings, Lord, a fresh young breeze
    D/F#     G        G/B      C/G
To fill our sails and end the doldrums
                  D/F#             Em
Our lucky ship  speeds across the sea
       Cmaj7  D/F#             Em       C/G
I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
       G    C/G           G
Haul away, haul away for home
| C | G - - D/F# | 2/4 G G/B | C |
| C D/F# | Em - - Cmaj7 | D/F# | Em C |
| G C/G | G | repeat
| G |

 

Got To Have Something 
Tom: D
Intro: | A5 | % | % | % |
| A5 | % | % | % |
            D7
Well if you ain’t got whiskey
                       C5         A5
Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
       D7
If you ain’t got whiskey
                       C5         A5
Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
        E
Well I got to have something
 D7             C5       A5
Need to get my medicine
             D7
Well I can play your fish fry
           C5       A5
Play for change in town
        D7
I can play your fish fry
                 C5       A5
I can play for change in town
        E                     D7
Well I got to have something
              C5    A5
Keep me from going down
| D7 | - C5 | A5 | % | 2/4 % |
| D7 | - C5 | A5 | % | 2/4 % |
| E | D7 C5 | A5 | % | 2/4 % |
      D7
Well let me play you one thing
                    C5       A5
Somebody must have just got paid
       D7
Yeah, let me play you one thing
                    C5       A5
Somebody must have just got paid
        E
Well I got to have something
D7         C5        A5
Even if I don’t get laid
| D7 | - C5 | A5 | % | 2/4 % |
| D7 | - C5 | A5 | % | 2/4 % |
| E | D7 C5 | A5 | % | 2/4 % |
            D7
Yes, if you ain’t got whiskey
                       C5         A5
Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
       D7
If you ain’t got whiskey
                       C5         A5
Don’t tell me that you ain’t got gin
        E
Well I got to have something
 D7             C5       A5
Need to get my medicine
         E
Yeah, I got to have something
 D7             C5       A5
Need to get my medicine
| A5 |

 

I Used To Could 
Tom: E
Inro: 
| E | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
      E
Well, all down the 40 I never used to lift
Thirteen gears, double clutch shift
A7
All those horses underneath the hood
         E
I don’t do it no more but I used to could
| E | % | % | % |
E
GMC Cannonball going like a train
All down the 40 in the driving rain
A7
All those horses underneath the hood
         E
I don’t do it no more but I used to could
| E | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
| A7 | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
| A7 | % | E | % |
| B7 | A7 | E | % |
| E | % | % | % |
        E
Well I don’t hang around ‘cause it ain’t no good
Like the big bad wolf in the neighborhood
  A7
Chasin’ after Little Red Riding Hood
I don’t do it no more but I used to could
| E | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
| A7 | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
| E | % | % | % |
| A7 | % | E | % |
| B7 | A7 | E | % |
| E |

 

Kingdom Of Gold 
Tom: Am
Intro: | Am | % | G | Am | F | G | % | Em | % |
| Am | % | G | Am | F | Em | % | Am | % | % | % |
     Am                         G
The high priest of money looks down on the river 
     F          G                     Em
The dawn coming up on his kingdom of gold
          Am                     G         Am
When the rim of the sun sends an arrow of silver
     F           Em                         Am
He prays to the gods of the bought and the sold
    Am                        G          Am
He turns to his symbols, his ribbons of numbers 
      F           G                       Em
They circle and spin on their mystical scroll 
    Am                         G           Am
He looks for a sign while the city still slumbers
         F               Em              Am   Asus2  Am
And the ribbons and the river forever unroll
                   Am   Asus2  G
In his kingdom of gold
     Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  Dsus2/F#
His kingdom of gold
        Dm7      Am  Asus2  G
Kingdom of gold
     Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  C/E
His kingdom of gold
 D          E
Kingdom of gold
| Am | % | G | Am | F | Em | % |
| Am | % | % | % |
Am
               G           Am
On the horizon   an enemy haven 
        F         G                      Em
Sends traces of smoke high up into the sky 
   Am                        G         Am
A pack of dog jackals and a rabble of ravens
        F            Em                      Am
Who’ll come for his fortress, his castle on high
                   Am   Asus2  G
In his kingdom of gold
     Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  Dsus2/F#
His kingdom of gold
        Dm7      Am  Asus2  G
Kingdom of gold
     Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  C/E
His kingdom of gold
 D          E
Kingdom of gold
| Am | % | G | Am | F | G | % | Em | % |
| Am | % | G | Am | F | Em | % | Am | % | % | % |
    Am                    G             Am
His axes and armour will conquer these devils
     F         G                       Em 
The turbulent raiders will falter and fall 
       Am                      G                Am
Their leaders be taken, their camps burned and levelled
         F           Em                    Am
They’ll hang in the wind from his citadel walls 
                   Am   Asus2  G
In his kingdom of gold
 Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  Dsus4/F#
Kingdom of gold
 Dm7        Am   Asus2  G
Kingdom of gold
 Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  D/F#
Kingdom of gold
 Dm7        Am   Asus2  G
Kingdom of gold
 Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  Dsus4/F#
Kingdom of gold
 Dm7        Am   Asus2  G/B
Kingdom of gold
 Cmaj7      D/F#  D/F#  C/E
Kingdom of gold
 D          Em
Kingdom of gold
| Am | % | G | Am | F | G | % | Em | % |
| Am | % | G | Am | F | Em | % | Am |

 

Miss You Blues 
Tom: C
Intro: | C | F C | C | F/C G |
| C | F C | C | G C |
 C                     F       C
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
                       F       G
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
     C                                  F         C
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
                                         G         C
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
  C                           F        C
Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
                              F        G
Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
     C                                  F           C
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
                                         G         C
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
 C                     F         C
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
                      F         G
Miss you blues, baby miss you blues
     C                                  F           C
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
                                         G         C
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
| C | F C | C | F G |
| C | F C | C | G C |
 C                  F   C
Walk alone down the avenue
 C                  F   G
Walk alone down the avenue
     C                                  F                 C
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
                                         G         C
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
 C                     F         C
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
                      F         G
Miss you blues, baby miss you blues
     C                                  F           C
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
                                         G         C
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
| C | F C | C | F G |
| C | F C | C | G C | repeat
| C |

 

Radio City Serenade 
Tom: A
Intro (piano):
| Bsus2/F# F#dim7  | Bsus4/F# F#|
| Ebm7 Abm7 | C#m7 C(b5) |
Intro (guitar):
| D | A/C# | D | A/C# |
| G6 Gm6 | Dmaj7 Bm | C#m | G |
| F#m | D A/C# | D A | D E |
| Asus4 A | A |
        A
You’ve got to have no credit cards 
                        A/C#
To know how good it feels
     D/A
The howling of the bridges
The sidewalks bound with steel
 A              D/A
Sitting on the sidewalk
        A    F#m/A       Bm
With a party       to arrange
 Bm/A              D/A  E
May you never change
    A
I stay out when I want to
                        A/C#  D
Still she takes me back
Don’t know another girl 
Would cut me so much slack
  A/C#         D
Every wounded soldier 
         A   F#m          Bm
Needs a lady      with a light
    Bm/A                  D    E
To help him through the night
           A
So blow a kiss to Radio City
    E/G#         A    A/C#
My forever silhouette
D                A/C#
Oh, you are so pretty
      D          E
My beautiful Rockette
        A/C#  D     E
You’ve got my arms 
                   A     F#m
And the crosstown horns 
      D                       Esus4  E
Going on - we’ve got it going on
| A | E/G# A A/C# | D A | D E |
| D E | A F#m | D | Esus4 E | 
 A
Have I got you a river view
                        A/C#
This one tops the list
 D
Got a head full of you
                A/C#
And Irish Mist
         D
I know I owe it
        A   F#m          Bm
To the lady      by the sea
      Bm/A               D   E
Who still looks out for me
           A
So blow a kiss to Radio City
    E            A    A/C#
My forever silhouette
D                A/C#
Oh, you are so pretty
      D          E
My beautiful Rockette
              D     E
You’ve got my arms 
                   A     F#m
And the crosstown horns 
      D                       E
Going on - we’ve got it going on
              D     E
You’ve got my arms 
                   A     F#m
And the crosstown horns 
      D                       E
Going on - we’ve got it going on
We’ve got it going on
| D | A/C# | D | A/C# |
| G6 Gm6 | Dmaj7 Bm | C#m | G |
| F#m | D A/C# | D A/C# | D E |
| Asus4 A |
| G6 | G6 F#m7 | D E | D A |
| D | A |

 

Seattle 
Tom: C
Intro: | C | Bb6/9 | repeat 4 times | C | % |
  C                         Am              F
Above the bar the TVs are showing the game
                                         C
But we’re not watching it, we’re hardly focussing
             C/B            Am
Through the windows in the fading day
    Dm         Bbmaj7
1st Avenue is turning grey 
F
                                 C          F
Do you ever look at me and see another man
                    Dm               G           C
Let’s get two more beers and try to make a plan
              C/B            Am
Sometimes it feels as though I have a key
    Dm                          Bbmaj7
But every time I try it it won’t turn for me
  F                               C
Seattle - you’ve got to love the rain
                  Bb6/9  Fsus4/G
And we both love rain
            C
We both love rain
C
                                      Am         F
We watched the city skyline from the ferry deck
                        C
And you put your arms around my neck
              C/B         Am           Dm
We talked of looking just out of town 
                          Bbmaj7
Now it’s looking like a dream shot down
F
                                   C           F
I still believe that there’s somewhere for us
              Dm                G             C
But now it’s something that we don’t discuss
                C/B        Am          Dm
And you’re the best thing I ever knew
                             Bbmaj7
Stay with me, baby, and we’ll make it to
We’ll make it to
  F                               C
Seattle - you’ve got to love the rain
                  Bb6/9  Fsus4/G
And we both love rain
            C
We both love rain
  F                            C
Seattle - I want you just the same
                  Bb6/9  Fsus4/G
And we both love rain
            C      Bb6/9
We both love rain
| C Bb6/9 | repeat
| C |

 

Yon Two Crows 
Tom: Am
Intro: | Am | % | % | % |
Am
                     AmMaj7
Pennies from heaven
                     Am7
Don’t make me laugh
Here all you’ll get 
        Am6
Is the pattering rain
    F               C/G
Or yon two crows up over the hill
         G
Looking for winterkill
Am
Always at your boots
     AmMaj7              Am7
The mud behind the byre 
           Am6
With its clammy hold 
       F
Would mock you up a grave
     C/G                G 
Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold
C/G
And all you’ll bring to this 
    F               C/G
Is muscle and grit
                     F             C/G
Persistence, that’s just about it
What made you think
              F
There’d be a living in sheep?
 C/E  F    C/E             F       
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
Am
Duck under the eaves
        AmMaj7 
Of the bothy
    Am7                Am6  F
To sit here, caged by rain
Somewhere to go conjure
   C
A next move
                 G
When I have to think again
Am
                   AmMaj7        Am7
The dog lifts his gaze to plead
                           Am6         F
Believes the wizard has a magic stick
                     C
Leans his weight into my tweed
                  G
I give an unholy hand to lick
   C
I take a swig of sheep dip 
  F            C
From my flask
           F          C
And once again I ask
What made you think
              F
There’d be a living in sheep?
 C    F    C            F
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
| Am C | G | % | Em |
| Am | Em | - G | Am |
| Am | % | % |
Am
They were at this game 
             AmMaj7    Am7
Two hundred years ago
Had thirty ways
          Am6               F
Of dying young, poor souls
                       C/G
Laid to rest in their soggy rows
               G
Rain on their holy books
Am
                  AmMaj7
Blood and whisky 
               Am7
On the tongue
                         Am6     F
And no-one watching over anyone
                       C
No-one left but your stubborn one
          G
And the crows and rooks
C
         F           C
Ah, the dying young 
     F             C/G
Well I’m not done
                 F
You watch me and I’ll watch thee 
        C
I can still work for two men
      F              C
And drink for three
And I raise my flask
         F             C/G 
To the clearing skies
To you, sweepers 
     F             C/G
You carrion spies
            F            C/G
To scavenge and survive
                  F
If you can do it     so can I
| Am C | G | % | Em |
| Am | Em | - G | Am | repeat
| Dsus2 |
Redbud Tree 
Tom: Bm
Intro: Bm 
VERSE:
Bm           A7     G6
Hunted down I came upon
D  C                 Bm
A place of ferns and grass
Bm       A7          G6
Gathered to a redbud tree
D    C                Bm
And now their footsteps pass
VERSE 2:
Bm        A7       G6
Where I crouch in dread
D     C              Bm
Discovery my certain death
Bm        A7              G6
Bur leaves reaching for my head
D    C          Bm
As i suspend my breath  
Chorus:
         D         Em/G          B
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
        Em/G         A9           B
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
                            
Solo
Bm   A7   G6
D    C    Bm
Bm   A7   G6
D    C    Bm
D   Em/G  B
Em/G A9   B
D   Em/G  B
Em/G A9   B
VERSE 3:
Bm            A7       G6       
Those days of fear are gone
D      C           Bm
Yet i am pledged to her
Bm    A7     G6
As to my only one
D    C     Bm
My lovely protector
Chorus:
         D         Em/G          B
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
        Em/G         A9          B
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me   
         D         Em/G          B
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
        Em/G         A9          B
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me   
Outro
Bm
Privateering 
Tom: Am
Capo 3
 Am
Yon's my privateer see how trim she lies
To every man a lucky hand and to every man a prize
                                 C          G
I live to ride the ocean the mighty world around
 Am                               G              Am
To take a little plunder and to hear the cannon sound
    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
 Am
The people on your man o'war are treated worse than scum
I'm no flogging Captain my God I've sailed with some
                               C                G
Come with me to Barbary we'll ply there up and down
 Am                               G       Am
Not quite exactly in the service of the Crown
    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
 Am
Look here there's my privateer she's small but she can sting
Licensed to take prizes with a letter from the King
                                      C             G
I love the streets and taverns of a pretty foreign town
 Am                                       G           Am
tip my hat to the dark eyed ladies as we sally up and down
    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
 Am
Britannia needs her privateers each time she goes to war
Death to all her enemies no prizes matter more
                               C                G
Come with me to Barbary we'll ply there up and down
 Am                               G       Am
Not quite exactly in the service of the Crown
    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!
No Wonder Hes Confused 
Tom: A
Intro:| A | A E | A | A | A | E | A |
                            A
Well, he's got to be assertive
     E         A
But never dominate
                      A
But he's got to be receptive
                         E
He understand he must relay
                           D
And if you get too much protection
                           A       F#m
You feel your freedom is abused
              A                           E
Well he is everything you're looking for, baby
                   A
No wonder he's confused
                          A
He can thrill you like a stranger
        E             A
He can fill your fantasy
                          A
You want an element of danger
                  E
But you want security
                            D
Your love is thrill and dedication
                            A       F#m    
He is good at keeping you amused
              A                           E
Well he is everything you're looking for
                  A
No wonder he's confused
Interlude: (Same as verse) 
| A | A E | A | A | A | A | E | E | D | D | F#m | A | E | A |
                       D
It takes a little understanding
                         A
When you love each other so
                          B
You got the right to be demanding
                           E
But how is he supposed to know
                            A
Well, sometime you want a rebel
              E            A
Sometime you want a steady hand
                       A
You play the handsome devil
                       E
Play the boy, play the man
                             D
And if you take the wrong direction
                 A       F#m
Is he gonna be accused
             A                          E
He is not everything you're looking for
                    A
No wonder he is confused
                  A                            E
Yeah, he is not everything you're looking for
                    A
No wonder he is confused
Outro: Repeat interlude/verse chords until finish.
Storybook Love 
Tom: D
D                  G          D
Come my love, I'll tell you a tale,
D                     A7          D
Of a boy and girl, and their Love Story.
D                     G     D
And how he loved her, oh so much,
D                      A7     D
And all the charms she did possess.
D                        G      D
Now this did happen once upon a time,
D                    A7    D
When things were not so complex.
D                         G          D
And how he worshipped the ground she walked,
D                                  A7     D
And when he looked in her eyes, he became obsessed.
G                 C         G
My love is like a storybook story,
G                       D          G
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
G                 C         G
My love is like a storybook story,
D                       A          D
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
D                       A          D
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
D                               G         D
This love was stronger than the powers so dark
D                              A7 D
A prince could have within his keeping
D                       G       D
His spells to weave and steal a heart
D                          A7  D
Within her breast but only sleeping
G                 C         G
My love is like a storybook story,
G                       D          G
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
G                 C         G
My love is like a storybook story,
D                       A          D
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
D                       A          D
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
          D                         G     D
He said, "Don't you know I love you oh so much
D                       A7           D
And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?"
           D                   G         D
She said, "Don't you know that storybook loves
D                   A7 D
Always have a happy ending?"
D                           G           D
Then he swooped her up just like in the books
D                        A7   D
And on his stallion they rode away
G                 C         G
My love is like a storybook story,
G                       D          G
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
G                 C         G
My love is like a storybook story,
D                       A          D
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
D                       A          D
But it's as real as the feelings I feel.
Early Bird 
Tom: D
Intro: | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm |
D               G
Got no books in my house
       A        D 
Got no time for those
               G
No room in my closets
         A
Closets' full of clothes
D               G
Garage full of wheels, babe
           A       D
Boat house full of boat
               G 
The lifestyle ideal, babe
            A
That's what gets my vote
Bm
All the Villas on the hillsides
Gotta have a view to sea
Bm
Villas of the empire
G              A
  Way back in history
           Bm
They have slaves for the galleys and the kitchens
Gardens and the vines
 Bm
Slaves for the beautiful people
G              A
  Bring water, food and wine
   D                G 
A slave to tie your bib
A                F#sus4
  Another one to carry it
Bm            G            | A |
  So now I'll take my crib
                             | D  Dsus4  D |
I dig my chariot dig my crib
      G           D        Bm              D/A     | D     D/A |
And my long black Cadillac coming forth to carry me home
      | D   Dsus4  D |
Dig my crib
      G           D        E7              A       | D   Dsus4  D |
And my long black Cadillac coming forth to carry me home
Solo: | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm |
D                G
England calls me vulgar
           A      D
I'd call myself refined
            G 
Goodbye old England
               A 
Simon's off to sunny climes
D                   G
Look who's doin' it now, babe
           A        D
Look who's doin' it now
                    G
Look who's doin' it now, babe
           A        D
Look who's doin' it now
 
Solo: | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm | Bm |
Bm
Always was an early bird
With something on the side 
Bm
Better buy this, better buy that
G              A
Maybe let that baby ride
Bm
Out here everyday it's hot
And I'm talking to my men
Bm
Working this working that
G             A
Working on my masterplan
   D              G
A slave to tie my bib
A                F#sus4
  Another one to carry it
Bm            G            | A |
  So now I'll take my crib
                            | D  Dsus4  D |
I dig my chariot dig my crib
      G           D        Bm              D/A     | D     D/A |
And my long black Cadillac coming forth to carry me home
      | D   Dsus4  D |
Dig my crib
      G           D        E7              A           | Dsus4  D |
And my long black Cadillac coming forth to carry me home
    Bm
Now here's the hot-tub, here's the gym
Here's the pool that I swam in
Bm
Up the stairs my footprints led
To the bedroom, to my bed
Bm
Up the stairs my footprints led
To where I lay my bosom head
 Bm
Sleep the long sleep of the dead
I'm an early bird, that's what I said
Outro: | Bm | -> repeate to end.
Sucker Row 
Tom: Dm
Intro : Dm
Dm
Somebody's gotta crack a whip around here
Dm C  G
Who's minding the store?
Bb
Shake it up sell some beer
                  C
What's your money maker for?
Dm
Pay day, we're packin' 'em in
Dm      C         G
Six-gun annie and buffalo jill
Bb           F              C     Bb
But who's to say they'll be back again
C       Bb
For a refill?
F                   Bb     F  Bb  F  Bb
Honey, you know the drill
Dm
Ain't no left turn down sleepy time street
             C            G
You gotta be fast but you gotta stay loose
Bb
Thinking on your feet
               C
Slick as grass through a goose
Dm
We gotta rationalise
Dm     C       G
The payroll is giving me chills
Bb      F            C   Bb
You and me's getting organised
C               Bb
It's kill or be killed
F                   Bb   F   Bb  F  Bb
Honey, you know the drill
              C7               F
Well they can all look down on sucker row
C7              F
But they all forget
    C7                  F
The tallest trees from acorns grow
Bb                C
Though they ain't yet
  C7                   F
I never look down on a sucker stake
C7               F
They all pay the bills
  C7                     F
I never gave a sucker an even break
Bb          C
And I never will
Dm
A beautiful vision keeps coming to me
Dm C    G
I see a miracle mile
Bb
Flying in for free
        C
Service with a smile
Dm
High rollers, fancy hotels
         C        G
Big time singers, topping the bill
    Bb           F
You gotta have a feel
        C          Bb
For the stuff that sells
C         Bb
Call it a skill
F                   Bb   F  Bb  F  Bb
Honey, you know the drill
Dm
Somebody's gotta crack a whip around here
Dm C  G
Who's minding the store?
Bb                      
Shake it up sell some beer
              C
Money walking through the door
Dm
Annie's arriving at a dangerous age
Dm    C      G
Don't you go getting ill
Bb          F        C      Bb
Get another woman up in the cage
C                  Bb
Who ain't over the hill
F                   Bb   F  Bb  F  Bb
Honey, you know the drill
Dm
Somebody's gotta crack a whip around here
If I Had You 
Tom: E
 
E      A               E                 A 
Oo-ooo if I had you, yeah the things that I could do 
                          E 
Honey, if I had you  
                      A                         E 
Now I could sing like an angel, fly just like a bird 
A                                    E 
Sing you the best love song you ever heard. 
A                            E 
I could be a poet like Mohammed Ali, 
A                                   B C#m                 B 
Float like a butterfly, sting just like a,          just like a bee.  
E 
  
 
Mmm, ooo, if I had you, ahhh the things that I could do 
If I had you.  
Now I'd go get your name tattooed on my chest, 
Well it'd just say 'my baby, my baby, she's the best.' 
I could be your Superman, you could be my Lois Lane 
I could be a Tarzan, you could be my sweet Jane - if you wanted to.  
 
E      A               E             A 
Mmm if I had you, ah the things that I could do 
             E 
If I had you.  
 
Yeah one more time...  
E  A                              E                      A 
Ooo if I had, only had you, Yeah the things that I could do,  
       B 
Oh boy 
                   E 
Only if I had you.  
 
E                         A                     E 
So come on dance with me baby,      don't let me go. 
                       A                    E 
Yeah dance with me baby,     don't let me go. 
              A                     E 
Baby don't let me,      don't let me go 
                    B 
Don't let me go, oh no...  
F#m     E    B   E 
A     	E    B   B 
F#m 	E    B   E

 

My Claim To Fame 
Tom: C
Intro:   F      C  G  F     C   Dm   C  G  C 
 
 
C               Am 
Well he's a big star now 
  
         F                 G                C 
But I've been a fan of his for years 
C (*)                         F 
The way he sings and plays guitar 
 
G                   C 
Still brings me to tears  
 
 I wouldn't want to be a big deal 
 I wouldn't want to be a celebrity 
> I spend my life building ships of steel 
> That's all there ever was for me  
>  
> Take a hammer to the sea belles 
> And shout my name 
> And I'll sail the seas as free as a breeze 
> That's my claim to fame  
>  
> He spends his life in the studio 
> Jet planes and big black cars 
> Plays records on the radio 
> In all of the clubs and in all of the bars  
>  
> By day he didn't have a choice 
> You had to take a trade 
> You had no money and you had no voice 
> That's the life I made  
>  
> Take a hammer to the sea belles 
> And shout my name 
> And I'll sail the seas as free as a breeze 
> That's my claim to fame  
>  
> That's my claim to fame boys 
> That's my claim to fame 
> To sail the seas as free as a breeze 
> That's my claim to fame  
 
La, la ....: same as intro 
 
Solo: same as verse 
>  
> Well a song can live forever and a day 
> An old ship goes to the breakers yard 
> In a hundred years you're gonna hear him play 
> They won't remember me for working hard  
>  
> Now they've all gone away, all the boys and the girls 
> They yard is a grave where the river runs through 
> We used to build the ships for the whole wide world 
> Now we couldn't do it if we wanted to  
>  
> Take a hammer to the sea belles 
> And shout my name 
> I'll sail the seas as free as a breeze 
> That's my claim to fame  
>  
> Take a hammer to the sea belles 
> And shout my name 
> I'll sail the seas as free as a breeze 
> That's my claim to fame  
>  
> That's my claim to fame boys 
> That's my claim to fame 
> To sail the seas as free as a breeze 
> That's my claim to fame  

 

Tall Order Baby 
Tom: G
Intro:   G G C D 
 
      G                C             D  
Well, give me a little loving in the morning, 
  G             C              D 
I want a little loving while I sleep, 
        C                           G 
But you want to get a loving in the evening 
     G                  C             D 
When I want to get some loving in the day. 
  G               C              D 
I tell her that I working in the morning 
  G               C             D 
I tell her that I got to got my rest 
    C                              G 
She tell me she's a working on our loving, 
    G               C             D 
She tell me that my loving is the best. 
 
            G    F     G 
Well it's a tall order baby, 
       G    F     D 
It's a tall order now. 
            G    F     G 
Well it's a tall order baby, 
       C              D      G 
But we got to get our loving somehow. Yeah. 
 
Well, I don't want to go to sleep on you baby, 
I don't want to go to sleep on you now 
But if I go to sleep on you baby 
Or are we going to do it any old how? 
Oh, don't you turn your back on me Darling 
Don't you know I'd like to stay up and play 
But if I turn my back on you Darling, 
Or are you going to do it some other way? 
 
Well, it's a tall order, baby, 
It's a tall order now, 
Well, it's a tall order, baby, 
But we got to get our loving somehow. 
It's a tall order, baby, 
Well, it's a tall order now, 
Well, it's a tall order, baby, 
But we got to get our loving somehow. 
 
I don't want to go to sleep on you, baby, 
I don't want to go to sleep on you now, 
If I'm going to go to sleep on you  baby, 
Are you going to do it any old how? 
Oh, don't you turn your back on me, baby, 
Don't you know I got to stay up and play 
But if I turn my back on you Darling 
Are you going to do it some other way? 
 
 
Well, it's a tall order, baby, 
It's a tall order now, 
Well, it's a tall order, baby, 
But we got to get our loving somehow. 
Well, It's a tall order, baby, 
Well, it's a tall order now, 
It's a tall order, baby, 
But we got to get our loving somehow." 
The Car Was The One 
Tom: D
Intro: D C Em G  x4
                               C
In summer '63 I was staying alive
Em                                D 
hanging at the races, hoping to drive
                                                    C
When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars
Em                    G                     D
I couldn't get a pass so I went to the bar
                                C
I'm up in the corner nursing a beer
Em                                      D
who should come laughing and joking in here
                                               C
but Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race
Em                             G                   D
with some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place
G                    A      D
Bobby was a wild boy - one summer
   G                    A           D
he knocked down a motel wall with a hammer
     G                 A           D
He'd do anything - one night for a bet
   G                      A            D   A
he raced through the cornfields in a Corvette
Em G D C Em G D
                                             C
I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that
         Em            G                     D
with the beautiful girl and be king of the track
                                       C
But the truth is when all was said and done
           Em             G                   D    C
it was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one
           Em             G                   D    C   Em  G
It was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one
                  D   C  Em G
The car was the one  
                  D   C  Em G
The car was the one
D C Em G  x2
Before Gas And Tv 
Tom: Am
Intro:
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | G6 | Em | Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | G6 | Em | Am | Am | Am |
                Am
Before gas and tv
        Asus2      Am   Asus2  Am
Before people had cars
                     G6    G6
We'd sit around the fires
     Em             Am   Asus2  Am
Pass around our guitars
             Am
Remembering songs
         Asus2     Am   Asus2  Am
When my daddy was home
            G6
He'd play along
         Em          Am   Asus2  Am
On the spoons and a comb
                   Am
We'd go with the flow
          Asus2       Am   Asus2  Am
When the weather was fine
                G6  G6
Sometimes we'd go
    Em           Am    Am
Collecting scrap iron
                         Am
And we'd sit around the fires
        Asus2     Am   Asus2  Am
Pass a bottle of wine
                     G6    G6
In the tales of the road
       Em          Am   Asus2  Am  Em
Since time out of mind
Solo:
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | G6 | Em | Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | Em | Em | Am | Asus2 | Am |
                   Am
If heaven's like this
            Asus2    Am  Asus2  Am
Well that's OK with me
                     G6   G6
Where the living is fine
     Em         Am  Am
And living is free
                   Am
If heaven's like this
           Asus2           Am   Am   
Well then here's where I'll be
       Asus2        Am
On the edge of the field
                    F
On the edge of the world
        Em      Am  Asus2  Am
Before gas and tv
Outro:
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | G6 | Em | Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | G6 | Em | Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | G6 | Em | Am | Asus2 | Am |
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | Em | Em | Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am | Am | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am | Am |
| G6 | G6 | G6 | Em | Am | Am | Asus2 | Am |
| Am | Am7/G | F | Em | Am |
Learn to play "Before Gas And Tv" with

 

So Far From The Clyde 
Tom: Am
Intro:
| Am | (Am) | G/B | (G/B) |
| Am/C | (Am/C) | G | (G) |
| G | F | (F) | (F) | (F) |
| Dm | (Dm) | G | (G) |
| Am | (Am) | G/B | (G/B) |
| Am/C | (Am/C) | G | (G) |
| G | F | (F) | (F) | (F) |
| Am | (Am) | (Am) | (Am) |
      Am
They had a last supper
     G          Am       Am
The day of the Beaching
         Am                C
She's a dead ship sailing
  Em           Em
Skeleton Crew
     F
The galley is empty
      C             Am      Am  Am  F
The stove pots are cooling
                          Am  Asus4
With what's left of the stew
     Am
The time is approaching
     G            Am    Am
The captain moves over
     Am               C
The hangman steps in
        Em                Em
To do what he's paid for
          F
With the wind down the tide
           C           Am      Am
She goes proud ahead steaming
         F                        Am   Am 
And he drives her hard into the shore
 C  Em            F    F
So far from the Clyde
             Dm   Dm
Together we ride
        F    F
We did ride
| Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am | Am |
   Am
As if to a wave
          G           Am     Am
From her bows to her rudder
  Am         C        Em                 Em
Bravely she rises to meet with the land
F                          C              Am     Am
Under their feet they all feel her keel shatter
      F                       Am    Am
The shallow see washes their hands
| Am | (Am) | G/B | (G/B) |
| Am/C | (Am/C) | G | (G) |
| G | F | (F) | (F) | (F) |
| Am | (Am) | (Am) | (Am) |
 Am
Later the captain
        G              Am      Am
Shakes hands with the hangman
      Am           C
And climbs slowly down
       Em               Em
To the oily wet ground
       F                        C            Am       Am
Goes 'bout to the car that has come here to take him
         F                        Am   Am
To the graveyard and back to the town
 C  Em            F    F
So far from the Clyde
             Dm   Dm
Together we ride
        F    F
We did ride
| Am | Am | Am | Am |
      Am
They pull out her cables
     G            Am      Am
And hack off her hatches
     Am              C        Em           Em
Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time
       F                        C          Am    Am
They swarm on her carcass with torches and axes
         F                       Am   Am
Like a whale on the bloody shoreline
   Am
Stripped of her pillars
      G             Am 
Her stays and her stantions
             Am        C            Em              Em 
When there's only her bones on the wet poison land
  F                             C          Am       Am
Steel ropes will drag her with winches and engines
          F                    Am   Am
'Til it's only a stain on the sand
 C  Em            F    F
So far from the Clyde
             Dm   Dm
Together we ride
        F    F/E  Dsus2  Dsus2/A 
We did ride
 C  Em            F    F
So far from the Clyde
             Dm   Dm
Together we ride
        F    F
We did ride
| Am | (Am) | G/B | (G/B) |
| Am/C | (Am/C) | G | (G) |
| G | F | (F) | (F) | (F) |
| Dm | (Dm) | G | (G) |
| Am | (Am) | G/B | (G/B) |
| Am/C | (Am/C) | G | (G) |
| G | F | (F) | (F) | (F) |
| Am | (Am) | (Am) | (Am) |
| Am |

 

Border Reiver 
Tom: Am
Intro:
| F C/E | (C/E) Em7/B | Fmaj7 | (Fmaj7) |
| F C/E | (C/E) Em7/B | Fmaj7 | (Fmaj7) |
| Dm C/E | (C/E) | Fmaj7 | (Fmaj7) |
| F C/E | (C/E) Em7/B | Fmaj7 | (Fmaj7) |
| Am | Am | Am | Am |
| Am G | G | Am G | (2/4) Em |
| Am G | G Em | Am G | (2/4) Em |
| Am | Am |
Southern bound from Glasgow town
        Am7/G         F
She’s shining in the sun
             Am
My Scotsoun Lassie
C              F
On the border run
        Am
We’re whistling down the hillsides
     Am7/G           F
and tearing up the climbs
             Am     C
I’m just a thiever
          F
Stealing time
               Am
In the border reiver
       Am
Eight hundred thousand on the clock
      Am7/G         F
And plenty more to go
               Am
Crash box and lever
     C                  F
She needs the heel and toe
       Am
She’s not too cold in winter
         Am7/G           F
But she cooks me in the heat
                 Am
I’m a six foot driver
         C                F
But you can’t adjust the seat
               Am
In the border reiver
F
              C
“Sure as the sun rise”
                  Em           F
That’s what they say about the Albion
              C
“Sure as the sun rise”
                  Em           F
That’s what they say about the Albion
         Dm
She’s an Albion
         Am
She’s an Albion
| Am G | G | Am G | (2/4) Em |
| Am G | G Em | Am G | (2/4) Em |
| Am | Am |
     Am            
The Ministry don’t bother me
    Am7/G         F
My paperwork’s alright
            Am
They can’t touch me
   C                 F    
I got my sleep last night
       Am                          Am7/G  F   
It’s knocking out a living wage in   1969
             Am     C
I’m just a thiever
          F
Stealing time
               Am
In the border reiver
F
              C
“Sure as the sun rise”
                  Em           F
That’s what they say about the Albion
              C
“Sure as the sun rise”
                  Em           F
That’s what they say about the Albion
         Dm
She’s an Albion
         Am
She’s an Albion
| Am G | G | Am G | (2/4) Em |
| Am G | G Em | Am G | (2/4) Em | Am |
Repeat progression 3 times to end:
| (2/4) Em | D | F | Am | (Am) |

 

Monteleone 
Tom: C
Intro: 
| Dmaj7/F | (Dmaj7/F) | [323000] | (323000) |
| Dmaj7/F | Dmaj7/A | [323000] | (323000) |
| Dmaj7 | Dmaj7/C | Dm/B | [323000] |
| C | Cmaj7 | Asus/C | Cmaj7 |
| C | Cmaj7 | Asus/C | Cmaj7 |
      C          Cmaj7   Asus/C  Cmaj7
The chisels are calling
      C            Cmaj7   Asus/C  Cmaj7
It’s time to make sawdust
  C       C/B         Am               Am
Steely reminders of things left to do
 F
Monteleone
   Dmaj7/F                C   Cmaj7   Asus/C  Cmaj7
A mandolin’s waiting for you
    C             Cmaj7   Asus/C  Cmaj7
My fingerplane's working
 C          Cmaj7  Asus/C  Cmaj7
Gentle persuasion
   C           C/B        Am              Am
I bend to the wood and I coax it to sing 
 F
Monteleone
 Dmaj7/F                    C    Cmaj7  Asus/C  Cmaj7
Your new one and only will ring
 F
Monteleone
 Dmaj7/F                      C    Cmaj7  Asus/C  Cmaj7
Your new one and only will ring
     Dm          Aaug
The rain on the window
      F/C         Dm/B
The snow on the gravel
     Dm         F/C       Dm/B         A#maj7
The seasons go by to the songs in the wood
     C            C/B
Too quick or too careless
   F/A          C/G   C/G
It all could unravel
    C         G     G  Am
It so easily could
Solo:
| Dmaj7/F | Dmaj7/F | [323000] | [323000] |
| Dmaj7/F | Dmaj7/A | [323000] | [323000] |
| Dmaj7 | Dmaj7/C | Dm/B | [323000] |
| C | Cmaj7 | Asus/C | Cmaj7 |
| C | Cmaj7 | Asus/C | Cmaj7 |
      C          Cmaj7   Asus/C  Cmaj7
The chisels are calling
      C          Cmaj7   Asus/C  Cmaj7
It’s back for an encore
 C            C/B          Am              Am
Back to the shavings that cover the floor
 F          Dmaj7/F
Monteleone
            C    Cmaj7  Asus/C  Cmaj7
A call for more
 F          Dmaj7/F
Monteleone
            C    Cmaj7  Asus/C  Cmaj7
A call for more
Outro:
| Dmaj7/F | Dmaj7/F | [323000] | [323000] |
| Dmaj7/F | Dmaj7/A | [323000] | [323000] |
| Dmaj7 | Dmaj7/C | Dm/B | [323000] |
| C | Cmaj7 | Asus/C | Cmaj7 |
| C | Cmaj7 | Asus/C | Cmaj7 |
| C | Cmaj7 | Asus/C | Cmaj7 |
| C |

 

Hard Shoulder 
Tom: Fmaj
Intro: 
| Fmaj7 | Cmaj7 Am7 | Fmaj7 | Cmaj7 |
| Fmaj7 | Cmaj7 Am | Fmaj7 |
Fmaj7
                      Cmaj7   Fmaj7
I've got latches for windows
             Cmaj7  Cmaj7/G
Handles for doors
  Am            Em7/B
Grinders and scrapers
     Dmaj7
And sanders for floors
               Cmaj7  Fmaj7
Rake for the gravel
                 Cmaj7  Cmaj7/G
Chains for the snow
Am               Em7/B   Dmaj7
Always got the shovel
                A#maj7
You never know
                       G
I never thought you'd go
 Em           Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Am
Man's broken down
              Fmaj7
Man's broken down
        Cmaj7     Cmaj7  Fmaj7
On the slip road
        Cmaj7    Cmaj7  Am
Got a slip load
            Dm   A#maj7 
And it's a hard
              Cmaj7  Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Fmaj7
Shoulder to cry on
              Cmaj7   Fmaj7
Hacksaws and hammers
                Cmaj7  Cmaj7/G
Brushes and mop
Am                Em7/B   
And I've got the ladders
Dmaj7
Up on the top
                    Cmaj7  Fmaj7
If something needs doing
          Cmaj7  Cmaj7  Am
I always say
             Em7/B  Dmaj7
You want it done
                A#maj7
The proper way
                G
I need you to stay

 Em           Fmaj7  Cmaj7  Am7
Man's broken down
              Fmaj7
Man's broken down
        Cmaj7     Cmaj7  Fmaj7
On the slip road
        Cmaj7    Cmaj7  Am
Got a slip load
            Dm   A#maj7 
And it's a hard
              Cmaj7  Cmaj7  Dm
Shoulder to cry on
 
           Em7/B
Give me a minute
          C      Am
We'll be going again
 Em         Am
Sound as a bell
 A#            D#
Right as rain
 G#            G  Em
Right as rain
Solo:
| Fmaj7 | Cmaj7 Am7 | Fmaj7 | Cmaj7 |
| Fmaj7 | Cmaj7 | Am |
            Dm   A#maj7 
And it's a hard
              Cmaj7  Fmaj7
Shoulder to cry on
     Cmaj7  Fmaj7
To cry on
Outro:
| Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | - repeat 11 times.
| Cmaj7 |

 

Piper To The End 
Tom: C
Intro:
| C | F/C C | F/C C | F/C |
| C | Am/C | C F/C | G/C |
| G/C C | C Am/C | F/C C | F/C C |
| C | Am/C C | F/C | C |
  C
                   Am      F       C
When I leave this world behind me
     F     C          F  C
To another I will go
                 Em       Am
If there are no pipes in heaven
         C/G   F      G
I’ll be going down below
     G7          C/E           Am
If friends in time be severed
         F       C          F  C
Someday we will meet again
                Em        Am    C
I’ll return to leave you never
      F                C
Be a piper to the end
| Am F | (2/4) F | (4/4) C |
C
                 Am     F       C
This has been a day to die for
         F      C            F  C
Now the day has almost gone
             Em      Am
Up above a choir of seabirds
          C/G      F          G
Turns to face the setting sun
        G7       C/E             Am
Now the evening dawn is calling
             F         C           F  C
And all the hills are burning red
                Em          Am      C/G
And before the night comes falling
            F                        C  C  G
Clouds are lined with golden thread
                C/G            F
We watched the fires together
             C       Am     F    G
Shared our quarters for a while
            G7     C/E
Walked the dusty roads together
 Am           F     G  G
Came so many miles
C
                 Am      F     C
This has been a day to die on
         F     C            F  C
Now the day is almost done
               Em             Am
Here the pipes    will lay beside me
        C/G      F           G  G7
Silent will the battle drum
               C/E             Am
If friends in time be severed
         F            C          F  C
Someday here we will meet again
             Em        Am    C/G
I return to leave you never
      F                C  C
Be a piper to the end
| C | Am F | C F | C F |
| C | Em Am | Am C/G | F G |
| G7 | C/E | Am F | C F |
| C | Em Am | (2/4) C/G | F | C |
Repeat last progression and fade out.

 

Remembrance Day 
Tom: D
Intro:(solo)
| G | G | G | D/F# |
| G | D/F# | Em7 | Bm |
| Asus2 | Asus2 |
D   Dmaj7 D        G
On your  maypole green
 Em      Bm      Em6   Bm
See the winding morrismen
G     A       D        Bm
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken
 G
Waving hankies, sticks and books
                 A
All the earthen roofs
  D  Dmaj7 D        G
Standing  at the crease
     Em      Bm      Em6   Bm
The batsman takes a look around
     G        A       D        Bm
The boys are fielding on homeground
      G
The steeple sharp against the blue
                 Asus2
When I think of you
          Em 
Sam and Andy
          Asus2
Jack and John
           Em
Charlie, Martin
        Asus2
Jamie, Ron
         Em
Harry, Stephen
          Asus2
Will and Don
       Em         G
Matthew, Michael
       
On and on
 Em F#7    Bm          Bm/A
We will remember them
   G           Em
Remember them
   Asus2
Remember them 
 Em F#7    Bm          Bm/A
We will remember them
   G           Em
Remember them
   Asus2
Remember them 
Solo:
| G | D/F# Dmaj7/F# | G | D/F# Dmaj7/F# |
| Em7 | Bm | Asus2 | Asus2 |
 D    Dmaj7  D       G
Time has   slipped away
     Em      Bm    Em6    Bm
The Summer sky to Autumn yields
   G        A      D        Bm
A haze of smoke across the fields
       G
Let's sup and fight another round
                        A
And walk the stubbled ground
  D   Dmaj7 D7    G
When Novem-ber brings
     Em     Bm    Em6       Bm
The poppies on Remembrance Day
  G       A     D        Bm
When the vicar comes to say
 G
May God bless them every  one
                    A
Lest we forget our sons
 Em F#7    Bm          Bm/A
We will remember them
   G           Em
Remember them
   Asus2
Remember them 
 Em F#7    Bm          Bm/A
We will remember them
   G           Em
Remember them
   Asus2
Remember them 
 Em F#7    Bm          Bm/A
We will remember them
   G           Em
Remember them
   Asus2
Remember them 
 Em F#7    Bm          Bm/A
We will remember them
   G           Em
Remember them
   Asus2       Asus2
Remember them 
Outro:
| G | D/F# Dmaj7/F# | G | D/F# |
| Em7 | Bm | Asus2 | Asus2 |
| G | D/F# Dmaj7/F# | G | D/F# |
| Em7 | Bm | Asus2 | Asus2 |
| Asus2 |
 
Camerado
Tom: Em
Intro: Em
Em
Camerado
         D                C  
See that cloud across the sun
G                             D
Ain't too many places left to run
Bm                            Em           F 
There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow
Em
Camerado
G D
Em
Camerado
         D               C
They are fencing off the plane
  G                               D
I hate to hear the whistle of the train
Bm                                    Em              F
Next thing you know they'll want your pistol and your tobacco
Em
Camerado
G D
Bm                           Em
Got a piece of forty-four on fire in my chest
C               G              D
Out here on the mesa I will rest
Bm                             Em              F            Dm
If you could hand me down that whiskey from my saddle roll
Em        G D
Camerado
Solo:
Em D C G D Bm Em F Em G D
Em               D            C
Now the light is dyin' in the sky
G                              D
That ain't gonna bother you or I
Bm                          Em               F
Seen enough a dying to know almost all there is to know
Em
Camerado
G D
Em          D                  C
Now you had best light out and ride
G                                 D
There's pretty women on the other side
Bm                          Em             F
See ya in Sabinas you'll be free as air in Mexico
Em
Camerado
G D
Em G D
Em G D D

Je Suis Desole 
Tom: Bm
Bm
We are leaving, leaving
Bm
Leaving on the tide
Bm
Come and stand beside me love
A                E
The water is so wide
        Bm
You can hear the sailors calling
        Bm
At the dawning of the day
Bm
Yesterday is falling, love
      A       E       G                Bm       
And je suis désolé, je suis désolé

D         G                           A
Je suis désolé, mais je n'ai pas le choix
A           D            A             D
Je suis désolé, mais la vie me demande ça
Then just continue till the end with the same chords:
I am turning, turning
From a land that I loved well
Look ahead my darling one
Across the rolling swell
And you can hear the seagulls crying
As we're slipping out of the bay
Yesterday is dying, love
And je suis désolé, je suis désolé
Je suis désolé, mais je n'ai pas le choix
Je suis désolé, mais la vie me demande ça
We are sailing, sailing
For a land that's proud and free
I had no more endurance
For what had become of me
And I will do that which I must do, love
And now we're under way
All that I can say to you
Is je suis désolé
Je suis désolé, mais je n'ai pas le choix
Je suis désolé, mais la vie me demande ça
Je suis désolé, mais je n'ai pas le choix
Je suis désolé, mais la vie me demande ça
Lily Of The West 
Tom: C
     C               G  C         Am       F/G    C        F
When first I came to Ireland some pleasure for to find
     C       G/B     Am     Em         C              F
It's there I spied a damsel fair, most pleasing to my mind
    C    G/B        Am        Em        C                 F        
Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes like arrows pierced my breast
    C                 G     C       Am   F/G    Csus     C
And I call her lovely Molly O', the lily of the west
    C            G    C       Am   F/G   C       F
One day as I was walking down by a shady grove
  C         G/B   Am        Em   C               F
I spied a lord of high degree conversing with my love
       C          G/B   Am     Em       C          F           
As she sang her song delightfully while I was sore oppressed
       C              G     C       Am   F/G    Csus     C
Saying I bid adieu to Molly O', the lily of the west

Well, I stepped up with my rapier and my dagger in my hand
And I dragged him from my false love and boldly I bid him stand
But being mad with desperation I swore I'd pierce his breast
I was then deceived by Molly O', the lily of the west

I then did stand stand my trial, and boldly I did plead
A flaw was in my indictment found and that soon had me freed
That beauty bright I did adore, the judge did her address
Now go, you faithless Molly O', the lily of the west

Now that I've gained my liberty a-rovin' I will go
I ramble through old Ireland and travel Scotland o'er
Though she thought to swear my life away she still disturbs my rest,
I still must style her, Molly O', the lily of the west. 
Vic And Ray 
Tom: A
Intro: [ A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | Bm7  ||  A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | E5 ]    4x
A7	   Bm7           C#m7b5	Bm7
   A dirty motor with London plates
A7	          Bm7       C#m7b5     Em     A	
Sitting in the gutter outside your    silent gates
C	  D	E5	  A7	Bm7	C#m7b5
Vic and Ray, 	Vic and Ray
C	  D	E5	  A7	Bm7	C#m7b5	E5
Vic and Ray, 	Vic and Ray
A7	   Bm7		C#m7b55	Bm7
Come to Daddy baby, what is it worth?
A7	   Bm7           C#m7b5       Em	A
Come to Daddy, the scum of the 	crying earth
C	  D	E5	  A7	Bm7	C#m7b5
Vic and Ray, 	Vic and Ray
C	  D	E5	  A7	Bm7	C#m7b5	E5
Vic and Ray, 	Vic and Ray
C  /  D
	Laughing at eachother's pain
C  /  D				       A
	They run the heater in the morning rain
C  /  D
	This'll pay the rent around the world
C  /  D
       Wanna buy a picture of a girl?
Bridge/Solo: 	[ A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | Bm7 ] 
		[ A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | Em | Em | A | A | A ] 
		[ C | D | D | D | E5 | A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 ]
		[ C | D | D | D | E5 | A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | E5 ]
		[ A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | Bm7 ]
		[ A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | Em | Em | A | A | A ] 
		[ C | D | D | D | E5 | A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 ]
		[ C | D | D/D# | D/E | Dsus4/E | A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | E5 ]
A7	         Bm7        C#m7b5	Bm7
    Christmas morning, there they are
A7	   Bm7	    C#m7b5         Em		A
Two rent boys    wishing on a 	shining star
C	  D	E5	  A7	Bm7	C#m7b5
Vic and Ray, 	Vic and Ray
C	  D	E5	  A7	Bm7	C#m7b5	E5
Vic and Ray, 	Vic and Ray 
[ A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | E5 ]
[ A7 | Bm7 | C#7b5 | Bm7  ||  A7 | Bm7 | C#m7b5 | E5 ]    4x
This Is Us
Tom: A
Intro:    A2 D C 
A 
This is us down at the Mardi Gras 
           D 
This is us in your daddy’s car 
    A 
You were the missing link 
E 
had a little too much to drink 
A                                 D 
Too long in the sun        havin’ too much fun 
A                   E                    D                C 
You and me in our memories  this is us 
A             D             A                     D 
This is us  This is us  This is us  This is us 
A                                     D 
Workin’ at the Barbeque   yeah  when we said I do 
A 
Hand jivin’ on the barroom floor 
    E 
You and that wedding coat you wore 
A 
You and that amazing dress 
D 
I was stoned on love I guess 
A                     E                          D            C 
You and me we were meant to be  this is us 
A                D              A                     D 
This is us  This is us      This is us  This is us 
  

D                                             A 
this is us on our honeymoon     in our hotel room 
Cb# 
sittin’ by the wishin’ well 
E 
checkin’ out of the love motel 
A 
makin’ plans for the Sunshine State 
D 
waitin’ at the terminal gate 
A                          E            D           C 
You and me makin’ history   this is us 
A                  D              A                   D 
This is us  This is us      This is us  This is us 
A                 D               A                   D 
This is us  This is us      This is us  This is us 
A                            D 
and our baby boy   with our pride and joy 
A                                      E 
You at the Sunday game  standin’ next to what’ his name 
A                             D 
On our aniversary   with the family 
A                   E                    D           C 
You and me in our memories  this is us 
A            D                  A                   D 
This is us  This is us      This is us  This is us 
A            D                   A                   D         C 
This is us  This is us      This is us  This is us,  
A  D   C    lead repeat vamp to fade 
Sucker row
Tom: A
Intro:
A5
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
    A5/G   A5/F#              F5
who’s     minding the store?
shake it up sell some beer
what’s your
       G5
money maker for?
 A5
pay day
we’re packin’ ‘em in
        A5/G
six-gun annie
     A5/F#
and buffalo jill
      D5      A5
but who’s to say
            G/G   F5   C/G
they’ll be back again
       F5
for a refill?
 C/G                  F5
honey, you know the drill
C/G | F5 | C/G | F5 | A5
ain’t no left turn
down sleepy time street
you gotta be fast
but you gotta stay loose
thinking
on your feet
slick as grass
through a goose
we gotta
rationalise
the payroll
is giving me chills
you and me’s
getting organised
it’s kill or be killed
honey, you know the drill
       
           G5
well they can all look down
    C/G       G5
on sucker row
                 C/G
but they all forget
     G5
the tallest trees
     C/G
from acorns grow
         F5        G5
though they ain’t yet
i never look down
      C/G          G5
on a sucker stake
                  C/G
they all pay the bills
   G5
i never gave a sucker
   C/G        F5
an even break
             G5
and i never will
   A5
a beautiful vision
keeps coming to me
i see
a miracle mile
flying in
for free
service
with a smile
high rollers
fancy hotels
big time singers
topping the bill
you gotta have a feel
for the stuff that sells
call it a skill
honey, you know the drill
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
who’s
minding the store?
shake it up
sell some beer
money walking
through the door
annie’s arriving
at a dangerous age
don’t you
go getting ill
get another woman
up in the cage
who ain’t over the hill
honey, you know the drill

 

Everybody pays
Tom: E
Intro: E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A | 
E B | A | E | B | E A
        E               E7M
i got shot off my horse
             A         Asus2
so what? i’m up again
      A
and playing
in one of these
                E   E7M
big saloons on main
              A
you can come up here
 B
take a look
              E            E7M
around these sinners’ dens
       A
you’re only ever going to find
            B          B
one or two real games
F#m
           F#m/E
nobody’s driving 
     B         F#m
me underground
 F#m/E      B   A  B
not yet anyway
    E                    E7M
but either on the strip
     A                  Asus2
or on the edge of town
A              Asus2
everybody pays
                    E
everybody pays to play
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A | 
E B | E
                        E7M
yeah, you ought to stay
        
right where you are
  A             Asus2
in sawdust land
       A
it’s probably the
                 E  E7M
safest place to be
with your
  A            B
greasy little pork pies
           E              E7M  A
and your shoestring hands
it makes
                  B  F#m
no difference to me
             F#m/E
all those directions
          B         F#m
which we never took
    F#m/E            B    A  B
to go our different ways
     E
who went and wrote
    E7M         A              Asus2
the oldest story in the book?
A               Asus2
everybody pays
                    E
everybody pays to play
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A | 
E B | 
Bm | C# | F#m | B
Em | A | D | F#
Bm | C# | F#m | B
Em | D | C | B
 E
curl up inside
   E7M        A
a boxcar dream
              Asus2  A
and disappear
with a couple
              E     E7M
low roller friends
          A        
you were never one
      B
for trouble
       E           E7M
so get out of here
    A
i knew the game
                     B  F#m
was dangerous back then
               F#m/E
but nobody’s breezing
                B            F#m
through these swinging doors
     F#m/E         B     A B
just ups and walks away
E                 E7M
everybody has to leave
       A                     Asus2 
some blood here on the floor
A               Asus2
everybody pays
                    E   E7M   C#m  C#m7
everybody pays to play
A               Asus2
everybody pays
                    E
everybody pays to play
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A | 
E B | A | E | B | E A
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A | 
E B | A | E | B | E A
Song for sonny liston
Tom: A
 A5
so many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
well he hung with the hoods
he wouldn’t stroke the fans
but he had dynamite
in both his hands
boom bam
like the slammer door
the bell and the can
and the bodies on the floor
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
 A5/G
sonny’s going down
     A5/F#
for miles and miles
 A5/F
sonny’s going down
                    A5
for miles and miles
the writers didn’t like him
the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers
and his hands like rocks
they didn’t want to have
a bogey man
they didn’t like him
and he didn’t like them
  D5
black cadillac
alligator boots
 A5
money in the pockets
of his sharkskin suits
 A7
some say the bear
 Am6
took a flop
      A7
they couldn’t believe it
when they saw him drop
          A5
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
joe louis was his hero
he tried to be the same
but a criminal child
wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people
didn’t want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops
wouldn’t leave him alone
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
at the foot of his bed
with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins
and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation
as such
he hated needles
but he knew too much
criss-crossed
on his back
scars from his daddy
like slavery tracks
the second-last child
was the second-last king
never again was it the same
in the ring
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
they never could be sure
about the day he was born
a motherless child
set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure
about the day he died
the bear was the king
they cast aside
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles

 

Whoop de doo
Tom: E
                 E   G#7
if i’m over the moon
                 C#m
it’s because i’m over you
            D9  G#7
a day at a time
                C#m  E9
and i’m tickety-boo
              A(V)  G#7
i don’t carry on
         C#m      A7(V)
the way i used to
          E/B  B
whoop de doo
          E
whoop de doo
               E   G#7
if i’m doing great
                  C#m
it’s because when i get home
              D9    G#7
i don’t go straight
       C#m        E9
to my answerphone
                     A(V)  G#7
and the tears don’t come
             C#m     A7(V)
the way they used to
          E/B  B
whoop de doo
          E
whoop de doo
D7(V)
so many little things
             E          C
are so much better now
                    Am           B
they were only the little things
anyhow
                 E   G#7
if i’m over the moon
                      C#m
it’s because that’s what i am
           D9    G#7
funny that once
           C#m        E9
i used to give a damn
                A(V)  G#7
and i’d do anything
             C#m                 A7(V)
in the whole wide world for you
          E/B  B
whoop de doo
          C#m  F#7
whoop de doo
 
E        G#7
anything
          C#m             D7/C
anything you’d want me to
          E/B  B
whoop de doo
          E
whoop de doo
Postcards from paraguay
Tom: G
Intro: Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F#
Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em
G
               G/F#           Em   Em/D  C         
one thing was leading to the next
           G                  D  Dsus2 D  G
i bit off more than i could chew
           G/F#               Em    Em/D  Em6
i had the power to sign the cheques
                        D 
it wasn’t difficult to do
             Dsus2/C            Bm  Em  C
i couldn’t stay and face the music
    G             D
so many reasons why
   Dsus2/C          B   Em   C
i won’t be sending postcards
           G
from paraguay
          D   B7/F#
from paraguay
          Em   G  B7/F# Em
from paraguay
Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em
i robbed a bank full of dinero
a great big mountain of dough
so it was goodbye companero
and cheerio
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em
C | C G | G | G C | C | C G | B7 | B7 Em | B7 Em |
i never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
i had to steal from peter
to pay what i owed to paul
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
Stand up guy
Tom: D
Intro: D/A  A  D/A | A E | A
brew the coffee in a bucket
                    A/C#    D
double straight man and banjo
                       A
if you don’t got the snake oil
         D                E
buster, you don’t got a show
              A      E
who puts the doh-re-me
        A
in our pockets
                 A/C# D
keeps the party going on?
it’s the man
               A
who sells the potions
         E                  A
i’m just one who plays the songs
          E
now they generally buys
the bigger size
     A
they usually rub it in
C#  D                A
i drank it once, it tasted
       D              E
like grease and paraffin
      A     E    A
it’s mostly alcohol, okay
           A/C#        D
you can’t deny it’s strong
                          A
we was going through the motions
          E          A
‘til the doctor came along
                  C#m   D
there stands the bottle
            A        D
ladies and gentlemen
           A       D
all these bottles
               E
don’t have to tell you, friends
  A    E    A
these days miracles
                  A/C#        D
don’t come falling from the sky
                           A     D  
raise your glasses to the doctor
       A   E   A
to a stand up guy
D/A  A  D/A | A E | A
when the monkeyshine is flying
and he’s promising the cure
he says the french
for your lovesick blues
la maladie d’amour
he gets the chumps all laughing
but he gets a few to buy
here’s to beefsteak
when you’re hungry
and whiskey when you’re dry
now the band’ll blow their moolah
like sailors gone ashore
now we’re going to west helena
to gamble, drink and whore
let’s you and me
all make whoopee
here’s mud in your eye
here’s to all the gals you ever want
and heaven when you die
there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
don’t have to tell you, friends
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
there’s a big cheese with a cigar
been sizing up the show
he wants to get the doctor
pitching on the radio
i will make a switch to guitar
but the rules all still apply
they want to trust somebody
yeah, they want a stand up guy
there stands the bottle
here’s to absent friends
all these bottles
dead soldiers in the end
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
to the doctor
a stand up guy
Donegan’s gone
Tom: D
Licks:
Main Lick:
  D
e|0------------/4--------|0------------/4--------|
B|-----0--------------0--|-----0--------------0--|
G|-----0-----------------|-----0-----------------|
D|-----0-----------0-----|-----0-----------0-----|
A|-----------------------|-----------------------|
E|0---------0------------|0---------0------------|
Chord Bm:            Chord Dsus4:
e|---------0--------|-----------------0----------|
B|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
G|---------0--------|-----------------1----------|
D|---------0--------|-----------------2----------|
A|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
E|------------------|----------------------------|
Chord D/A:     Chord D/F#:     Chord D/G:
e|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
B|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
G|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
D|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
A|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
E|------------------|------4--|-----------5------|
           D            Dsus4
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone
 D
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
               Main Lick
Donegan's gone
  D                  D/F#   D/G
Play that big grand coulee dam
 D/A
Nobody loves like an irishman
 Bm           Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
           D            Dsus4
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone
 D
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
               Main Lick
Donegan's gone
 D                D/F#     D/G
Lord, I'm just a rolling stone
 D/A
Rock my soul I wanna go home
 Bm           Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D
Donegan's gone
Solo (I think it's not a problem to play that solo, and i didn't tab it)
           D            Dsus4     
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
  D              D/F#     D/G
Stackalee and a gamblin' man
 D/A
Rock my soul in the bosom of abraham
 Bm           Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
           D            Dsus4
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D   Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
 D                 D/F#    D/G
Time just goes on rolling by
 D/A
Lord, I feel like I could cry
 Bm           Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
           D
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
End:
   Slide from any fret     ~~
e|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
B|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
G|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
D|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
A|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
E|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|

 

Don’t crash the ambulance
Tom: Am
Intro: Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am
                               E
don’t often open up this floor
since i handed in my gun
                            Am
what all these keys are for
                           Am/G  F
now my tour of duty’s done
             F/E
you got to know the switches
 Dm                   Dm/C  Dm/B
now you got your turn
                        E
watch and learn, junior
                 Am
watch and learn
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
     Am
now you will get your
              E
trouble spots
here’s one from
down voodoo way
bragged he had me
                       Am
by the you-know-whats
             Am/G          F
very funny, you don’t say
              F/E   Dm
the big enchilada
           Dm/C      Dm/B
stealing elections
                      E
had to go down there
                  F
trash collection
got his cojones
        E            Am
on my desk in there
                     Am/G  F
made into a souvenir
                E
set of cufflinks, nice pair
     Am
the rest of him’s
              Am/G  F
someplace up here
               F/E
sometimes you got to
        Dm
put a shoulder to the door
 C                  E
not so fast, junior
listen to your pa
 F        F/E
here, son
            Dm
i’m handing over to you
 C                        G E
don’t crash the ambulance
              Am
whatever you do
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
  Am
what we have here’s
                  E
a dung hole place
thought it was fly shit
on the map
                       Am
fat bastard, ugly face
                      Am/G  F
and the personal crap
                    F/E
you can’t move the barriers
           Dm                  Dm/C  Dm/B
you can’t mess with oil and gas
had to go down there
               E
stick a couple
aircraft carriers
in his ass
 F
fancy dress
 E           
medals chest
     Am
it’s all in here
                  Am/G  F
for all the gigs
gas mask
 E                Am
bullet-proof vest
                   Am/G  F
all the usual rigs
                         F/E   Dm
there’ll be things they missed
             Dm/C    Dm/B
they didn’t mention
you’ve even
                       E
got a whistle in there
                         Am
for attracting attention
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
 Am
well, i think you’re gonna
            E
be okay, son
you’ve had the tour, i guess
these two buttons
by the way
  Am
this one i hope
     Am/G       F
you never press
            F/E
some holy fool, just watch
       Dm                Dm/C  Dm/B
who’s not like you or me
that one’s the whole
shooting match
            E
right there
it’s the whole shitaree
    Am
we don’t forget
                      E
who put us here, jack
that’s page one
we talk soft
                      Am
but carry a big stick
                         Am/G  F
and pack the biggest gun
              F/E       Dm
we don’t like accidents
major or minor
           C
you don’t want yourself
            E
an incident
don’t ever invade china
 F        F/E
here, son
            Dm
i’m handing over to you
 C                        G E
don’t crash the ambulance
 F        F/E
here, son
            Dm
i’m handing over to you
 C                        G E
don’t crash the ambulance
              Am
whatever you do
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B

   
Madame Genevas 
Tom: Am
Intro: | Am F F G | x 4  | Am Am |
Vers. | Am G Am | Am G Am | C G F | F E Am | Am | x 2
I’m a maker of ballads right pretty
I write them right here in the street
You can buy them all over the city
yours for a penny a sheet
I’m a word pecker out of the printers
out of the dens of Gin Lane
I’ll write up a scene on a counter 
- confessions and sins in the main, boys 
confessions and sins in the main
Chorus. | C F G C | F C G | G C C F | G E Am |
Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
keeping the demons at bay
There’s nothing like gin for
 drowning them in
but they’ll always be back on a hanging day
Intermezzo. | Am F F G | x 4  | Am Am |
Vers. | Am G Am | Am G Am | C G F | F E Am | x 2  | G F G Am |
They come rattling over the cobbles
they sit on their coffins of black 
Some are struck dumb, some gabble
top-heavy on brandy or sack
The pews are all full of fine fellows
and the hawker has set up her shop
As they’re turning them off at the gallows
she’ll be selling right under the drop, boys
selling right under the drop
Chorus. | C F G C | F C G | G C C F | G E Am |
Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
keeping the demons at bay
There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in
but they’ll always be back on a hanging day
Solo. | Am F F G | x 7  | Am Am |
Outro. | E E E | (picked) 

 

Quality Shoe
Tom: F
Intro: | F Bb F Bb F Bb F |
Vers. | F Bb C F | Bb C F | x 4
You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You don't want no stand-by pair
'Cos these'll take the wear and tear
Made to take good care of you
For that trip by road or rail
For extra grip on those rocky trails
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Bridge. | C F C F | Am E Am C G C |
Now they maybe ain't too hot for dancing
But I don't foresee too much of that
You ain't exactly gonna be prancing
Around in the moonlight
With a cane and a top hat
Vers. | F Bb C F | Bb C F Bb C | F Bb C F | Bb C F |
If you could use a change of pace
And be excused from the rat race
Just take a look at what's on view
Lace 'em up, walk around
I guarantee you can't wear 'em down
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Solo. | F Bb C F | Bb C F F C | F Bb C F | Bb C F C |
Bridge. | C F C F | Am E Am C G C |
Now I wish you sunny skies
And happiness wherever you may go
But you got to realise
There'll be wind, there'll be rain
And occasional snow
Vers. | F Bb C F | Bb C F Bb C | F Bb C F | Bb C Bb C Bb C F |
You're gonna want to smile in them
If you're gonna walk a mile in them
There'll be times when you'll be blue
To laugh at rainy days and then
Make your getaways in them
You're gonna need
You're gonna need
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Vers. | F Bb C F | Bb C F Bb C | F Bb C F | Bb C F |
You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Outro. | F Bb F Bb F Bb F |

The Trawlermans Song 
Tom: Bm
Intro: | Bm A Bm | Bm A Bm |
Vers: | Bm E A D | Bm E E A | Bm E A D | Bm C# | x 2
We're taking on water
Diesel and stores
Laying up awhile
Before I'm back on board
They're patching her up
To go fishing again
They're welding her rudder
Scrubbing her keel
Scars on her belly
Need time to heal
In the dock
With the trawlermen
I know all the people
There's nobody new
Soon we'll be leaving
With the same old crew
On the green water
The tumbling sea
They ain't running
Like the good old days
Time's just slipping
Down the old slipways
In the dock
So dear to me
Chorus. | Bm E A F#m | A F#m E | Bm E A F#m | A E A |
Dark is the night
I need a guiding light
To keep me
From foundering
On the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there
At the end
Of my wandering
Back in the dock

Intermezzo. | D Bm E F#m | Bm F#m | C# F#m |
Vers: | Bm E A D | Bm E E A | Bm E A D | Bm C# |
I could use a layoff
Getting my strength back
But there's a loan to pay off
And a few skipjack
So it's a turnaround
Back in the southerly wind
Pirates coming in
To steal our gold
You can count yourself lucky
With a profit in the hold
In the dock
When we come in
Chorus. | Bm E A F#m | A F#m E | Bm E A F#m | A E A |
Dark is the night
I need a guiding light
To keep me
From foundering
On the rocks
My only prayer
Is just to see you there
At the end
Of my wandering
Back in the dock
Solo/Outro. | D Bm E F#m | C# F#m | C# F#m | x 2 … 
A Night In Summer Long Ago 
Tom: A
    A        C#m         D   
My lady may I have this dance
            Bm         E
Forgive a knight who knows no shame
    A        C#m         D
My lady may I have this dance
          Bm    E         A
And lady may I have your name
               D
You danced upon a soldiers arm
                 Bm      E
And I felt the blade of love so keen
      A                  C#m    D
And when you smiled you did me harm
            Bm      E        A
And I was drawn to you, my queen
           A               C#m          D
Now these boots may take me where they will
                 Bm     E
Though they may never shine like his
          A          C#m        D
There is no knight I would not kill
            Bm    E       A
To have my ladys hand to kiss
                  C#m   D
Yes and they did take me through the hall
             Bm       E
To leave me not one breath from you
      A             C#m      D
And they fell silent one and all
              Bm      E          A
And you could see my heart was true
            A      C#m        D
Then I did lead you from the hall
            Bm    E
And we did ride upon the hill
        A  C#m        D
Away beyond the city wall
         Bm          E     A
And sure you are my lady still
            C#m  D
A night in summer long ago
                Bm       E
The stars were falling from the sky
      A               C#m        D
And still, my heart, I have to know
            Bm       E      A
Why do you love me, lady, why?
Ragpickers Dream
Tom: E
Intro: E/B | A | G#m | Asus2
E/G# | C#m | A | B
      E/B                  A       G#m
When Jack Frost came for Christmas
                     Asus2
With a brass monkey date
     E/G#              C#m       
The rail-king and the scarecrow
           A             A/F#
Hopped a Florida freight
           E/B          A          G#m
And they blew on their paper cups
                         Asus2
And stared through the steam
            E/G#        C#m
Then they drank half a bottle
    A            Fm
Of Ragpicker's Dream where
      A6            Am6
The whiskey keeps following
      B           E/G#  
Cold pitchers of beer
C#m          E/B
Me and my associate
           Asus2         B
Like the clientele here get
    E/G#             A     G#m
The onions and the 'taters
                  Asus2
Rib-eyes on the grill
 E/G#           C#m
Toothpicks and luckies
       A      A/F#   
And a coffee refill
E/B | A | G#m | Asus2
E/G# | C#m | A | B
        E/G#          A      E/G#
As the rail-king lay rocking
                     Asus2
He was leaving the ground
              E/G#       C#m        A
Then he was flying like Santa Claus
          A/F
Over the town where
    E/G#        A      E/G#
He came to the window
                   Asus2  E/G#
Of a house by a stream
                   C#m
It was a family Christmas
        A            A/F#
In the Ragpicker's Dream there
      E/G#        A    E/G#
Were kids at the table
                  Asus2  E/G#
All aglow in the light
              C#m
Music in the wintertime
      A          A/F#
Sure carries at night there
     E/G#        A
Was turkey and gravy
 E/G#         A#m7/5-
Pie and ice cream
     E/B               C#m
And gifts for each and everyone
        A           F#m
In the Ragpicker's Dream where
     A6            Am6
The red-eye keeps tumbling
         B         E/G#
In our glasses of beer
C#m          E/B
Me and my associate
          Asus2      B
Like the service in here there's
   E/G#          A     E/G#
A ten for your trouble
          Asus2
You have beautiful hair
          E/G#         C#m
Make the last one two doubles
        A             A/F#
It's a cold one out there where
      E/G#             A        E/G#
The scarecrow and the rail-king
                 Asus2
Have started to dance
       E/G#             C#m      
But a nightstick and a billyclub 
     A               A/F#               
Won't give peace a chance here
    E/G#            A       E/G#
I think they went thataways
                     A#m7/5-
Your song and dance team
         E/B          C#m      A
Heading home for the holidays
                       A/F#
With the Ragpicker's Dream on
      E/B         A      E/G#
His knees like a fighter
                 Asus2  E/G#
The rail-riding king
                  C#m
Like a sack of potatoes
        A           A/F#
Like a bull in the ring where
      E/G#          A    E/G#
The scarecrow falls over
                    A#7/5-   A6
With a tear in the seam
 E/B          C#m
Home for the rover
        A            A/F#
In the Ragpicker's Dream where
     A6            Am6
The red-eye keeps tumbling
      B            E/G#
Like tears in our beer
C#m          E/B
Me and my associate
         A         B
Like the ambience here where
      E/G#         A        E/G#
They cornered two castaways
                       A#dim   A6
In a white flashlight beam
         E\B         C#m  
Merry Christmas and happy days
        A            A/F#   C6
In the Ragpicker's Dream
E/B | A | G#m | Asus2
E/G# | Asus2 | E/G# E | Asus2

 

Rudiger 
Tom: Am
Intro: F Fadd11+
 Am                    E             Am Am7M Am7 Am7M   Dm6            
Rüdiger stands in the rain and the snow
              Am Am7M Am7 Dm6
Collector of autographs
             Am
Names upon photographs
 Dm       Am        G          F  Fadd11+
Faces of people who everyone knows
Rüdiger lives in a place on his own
Briefcase and spectacles
Strange and respectable
He knows the meaning of being alone
 G   Am  G/B  C   F  F/E
Woh woh woh  Rudiger
 Dm Dm/C   G   G/F
Ru   di  ger
 C/E  Am  Am/G
Rudi
    F   G   E   Eadd13-/B   E   Eadd13-/B
Oh Rudiger
Rüdiger works as a clerk in the town
Music or politics
Rüdiger gets his kicks
He gets information then he comes around
Rüdiger waits at the hall in Berlin
He waits there all night
Security's tight
They know who he is but they don't let him in
Rüdiger waits in the dark by the stair
His fingers are shaking
His feet they are aching
But your name's in the paper so Rüdiger's there 
Are We In Trouble Now 
Tom: D
Intro: D | A | D | A
                   D     G
It wasnt just the music
                   D
It wasnt just the wine
Some other kind of magic
     Em             A
Was sending up my spine
          D        D7
Then I was falling
                  G          G  A/F# Em  D
And I fell for you, and how
         A
Darling,
                   D   A
are we in trouble now
             D          G
They say were grown up
                                  D
But weve been searching all this time
                  
I wouldnt own up
               Em          A
Never would admit to flying blind
          D
But in the darkness
                   G       G  A/F# Em  D
We found each other anyhow
         A
Darling, 
                   D   A  G  A
are we in trouble now
Solo:
D | G | D | D | D |
D Em | A | A |
D | D7 | G | G  A/F# Em  D
D | A | D |
G
                 A D
When wed talk it over
 Bm          G         A        D    G
Love was a cry from a distant shore
                   A  D   Bm
Then we found each other
                  G    A
And all that wed been searching for
               D    G
And Im done denying
                     D
I guess by now you know
Im through with trying
              E             A
Cant bring myself to let you go
                D         D7
And of all these feelings
                G            G  A/F# Em  D
We said we never would allow
        A
Darling,
                   G   Em   D 
are we in trouble now
         A
Darling, 
                   D  
are we in trouble now
D |
Outro Solo:
G | A D | Bm G | A D |
G | A D | Bm G | A |
G | A D | Bm G | A D |
G | A D | Bm G | A |
G | A D | Bm G | A D |
G | A D | Bm G | A |
G | A D | Bm G | A D |
G | A D | Bm G | A |
G | A D | Bm G | A D |
G | A D | Bm G | A |
G | A D | Bm G | A D |
G | A D | Bm G | A |

 

Daddy's Gone To Knoxville
Tom: G
Intro: G | E | A | D | G
G                                           C
Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
           G
When he's gone
                                              A
Yeah, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
           D
When he's gone
 G                      B
Daddy's gone down that gallatin road
     C                      C#m/5-
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
G  E        A               D          G 
Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
G                                    C                             
Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
        G
Than a dime
                                       A
Yeah, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
        D
Than a dime
 G                       B
Daddy's gone down that crossville track
       C                          C#m/5-
If he can't make a dollar then he ain't comin' back
G E      A             D             G
Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
Oh, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Yeah, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Daddy's gone south on the natchez trace
If the can't show the money then he don't show his face
Oh, you'd better love your daddy while you can
Oh, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
Knoxville now
Yeah, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
Knoxville now
Daddy's gone down that knoxville road
The dog never barked and the cock never crowed
Oh, your daddy's gone to knoxville now
 
Behind With The Rent 
Tom: Am
Intro. | Am G F | C G F | F G Am G | Dm C F G |

 

Vers. | Am Am | - Pause - ||: Am Am | Am C Am F Am :||
This didn’t used to be me, old boy
This isn’t what I’d want
pulling old night fighters
in a restaurant
There’s smoke and flames behind me
where the self-respect all went
and I’m behind, behind
with the rent
I’ve been stitched up like a kipper, old son
but I won’t be again
Hell hath no fury
Oh, I’m like a lot of men
Now I’m stalking this old Doris
with lascivious intent
and I’m behind, behind
with the rent
Chorus. | Am G F | C G F | F-G-C-F | Dm-Am-F-G | x 2
Just a little duck and dive
and a bit of wheel and deal
She’ll remind me I’m alive
She’ll remind me I still feel
Just a little shelling out
for a bit of you-know-what
I know this is all about
something that I never got
Solo 1.| Am Am | Am C Am F Am | Am Am |
Vers. | Am Am | Am C Am F Am | C Am F Am |
Well this crumpet’s past it’s sell-by-date
but they all would qualify
They’re going to be lonely
and be happy to comply
She knows that I’m a chancer
coming on like a gent
but I’m behind, behind
with the rent
Yes, I’m behind, behind
with the rent
Solo 2.| Am Am | Am C Am F Am | C Am F Am | Am Am |
Outro. | Am Am Am |
The Scaffolders Wife 
Tom: C
Intro. Bm E Bm | Bm E Bm X 2
Vers. C D G D | A F# Bm X 2
the scaffolder's wife 
driving out of the yard 
with a face that's as hard 
as a scaffolder's bar - 
when she goes into town 
she might take the top down 
- on the car 
the quick little steps 
in the stiletto boots 
and the hair with the roots 
she comes in as a rule 
to get the nails done 
and the tan for the sun 
when the kids are in school
Chorus. | G A D (A) Bm | G A G | D G D |
don't begrudge her the MERC 
it's been nothing but work 
in/and a hard life 
losing her looks 
over company books 
- the scaffolder's wife
Intermezzo. | C D G D | A F# Bm
Vers. C D G D | A F# Bm
in the wicked old days 
when they went it alone 
kept the company going 
on a wing and a prayer 
they don't pay what they owe 
when they have the cash flow 
- they don't care
Chorus. | G A D (A) Bm | G A G | D G D |
don't begrudge her the MERC 
it's been nothing but work 
in/and a hard life 
losing her looks 
over company books 
- the scaffolder's wife 	
Outro. ||: G D G D | G D G D :|| ||: Bm A Bm A :||
- the scaffolder's wife
True Love Will Never Fade
Tom: C
Intro:  C / F / Dm / G
C / F / Dm / G
 
                      C    F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C    F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C
True love will never fade
                          F
I wonder if there's no forever
                    C
No walking hand in hand
                     Dm   G
Down a yellow brick road
                    C
To never never land
                               F
These days I get to where I'm going
                       C
Make it there eventually
                      Dm        G
Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
                       F  G
To where I'm meant to be
                       C
To where I'm meant to be
                                  F
I don't know what brought you to me
                C
That was up to you
                         Dm    G
There's so many come to see me
                       C
Who want their own tattoo
                       F
I fixed a needle in a holder
                         C
Laid my hand upon your spine
                      Dm     G
And there upon your shoulder
                            C
I drew the picture as your sign
               Dm     G
When I think about us
                           C   Am
I see the picture that we made
                  F      G
The picture to remind us
                      F   G
True love will never fade
                      C   F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C
True love will never fade
C / F / F / C / C / Dm / G / C
                     
                          F
I worked the rowdies and daytrippers
                         C
Now and then I think of you
                          Dm      G
Any which way we're all shufflin'
                C
Forward in the queue
                         F
They like to move my operation
                             C
They like to get me off the pier
                       Dm    G
And I dream I'm on a steamer
                C
Pullin' out of here
               Dm     G
When I think about us
                         C    Am
I see a picture that we made
                  F      G
The picture to remind us
                      F    G
True love will never fade
                      C   F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C    F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C    F
True love will never fade
Dm / G / C / F / Dm / G 
C / F / Dm / G 
C / F / Dm / G

Scaffolder's Wife
Tom: Am
Intro:  Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
D / Am / D / Am
   
                  C7add11
The scaffolder’s wife
                    C
driving out of the yard
                       F
with a face that’s as hard
                   C
as a scaffolder’s bar -
                    G
when she goes into town
                        E
she might take the top down
        Am  D  Am
on the car
  
                   C7add11
The quick little steps
                 C
in the stiletto boots
                       F
and the hair with the roots
                   C
She comes in as a rule
                  G
to get the nails done
                     E
and the tan for the sun
                        Am  D  Am
when the kids are in school
                        F
Don’t begrudge her the Merc
                       G
it’s been nothing but work
       C  C/B Am
and a hard   life
 Am/G       F
Losing her looks
              G
over company books
                    F
- the scaffolder’s wife
C / Dm / C / Gm
C / F / C / G
E / Am / D / Am
                   C7add11
In the wicked old days
                    C
when they went it alone
                  F
kept the company going
                  C
on a wing and a prayer
                         G
They don’t pay what they owe
                          E
when they have the cash flow
              Am  D  Am
- they don’t care
                        F
Don’t begrudge her the Merc
                       G
it’s been nothing but work
       C  C/B Am
and a hard   life
 Am/G       F
Losing her looks
              G
over company books
                    F   C  Dm  C
- the scaffolder’s wife
                  F   C  Dm  C
the scaffolder’s wife
F / C / Dm / C
F / C / Dm / C
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
D / Am / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
D / Am / Am

The Fizzy and the Still
Tom: E
Intro:  E / Esus4 / Em / A
E / Esus4 / Em / A
 E               Esus4      Em
Sunday morning, here we are
                A
The boy’s come home
               E
not quite the movie star
 E            Esus4    Em
He’s been in Hollywood
                A
The boy’s come home
              E       
The boy’s done good
 B          D                  A
He says she asked too high a price
                  E       
neglecting to declare
  B           D                 A    Am
what sits between them there on ice,
  Am                                    Am/F
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
                     E
he tried but didn’t make it there
              A   A   E
It’s not for me
              A
It’s not for me
E / Esus4 / Em / A / A
E / F#m / G / A / E
 B          D                  A
He says she asked too high a price
                  E       
neglecting to declare
  B           D                 A    Am
what sits between them there on ice,
  Am                                    Am/F
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
                     E
he tried but didn’t make it there
              A   A   E
It’s not for me
              A
It’s not for me
 E              Esus4       Em
Sunday papers, here we are
                A    A   E  Emsus4  Em
The boy’s come home
                A 
The boy’s come home
E / Esus4 / Em / A / A
E / F#m / G / A / A / E
E / F#m / G / A / A / E


Heart Full of Holes
Tom: C
Intro: C / G/C / F / G
C / G/C / F / G
         C             F
You can tell me your troubles
      G           C
I’ll listen for free
    C         F          F    G
My regulars trust me, it seems
         C            F
You can come and see Uncle
    G               C
to get through the week
            F                    G
leave your pledges with me to redeem
      C               F
Some folk sell their bodies
     G          C
for ten bob a go
      C         F            F  G 
Politicians go pawning their souls
       C       F
Which doesn’t make me
         G               C
look too bad, don’t you know
 F                         G
me, with my heart full of holes
        Dm         Aaug
All my yesterdays broken
   F             Aaug   Dm
a watch with no face
     F          Dm/B
all battered and old
 Dm          Aaug
Bits of the movement
 F         Dm/B     A#
all over the place
                     G
and a heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F     G
a heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
a heart full of holes
                 F     G
a heart full of holes
       C            F
Brass knuckles and banjos
     G          C
are out on the town
         C 
at the knees-up
    F          F   G
in Teddy Boys’ Row
     C              F
The gold block and tackle
           G           C
tells the time upside down
 F                             G
Rock n’ roll - well, I don’t know
 Dm            Aaug
Dead people’s wedding gifts
 F            Aaug
walk out the door
    Dm       F             Dm/B
A clarinet squeals to be free
  Dm        Aaug
Accordions hop
           F              Dm/B
from the shelves to the floor -
        A#                     G
start playing their polkas to me

Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
           C          F
There’s a ringing of bells
   G            C
a dunderhead’s curse
 C           F          F   G
Fingers are pointing at you
         C            F
And you take work in hell
         G            C
and be glad it’s not worse
     F                          G
and you get to the back of the queue
 Dm            Aaug
Handcuffs and hunting knives
  F           Aaug
clang on the bars
 Dm           F            Dm/B
Air pistols shoot out the lights
        Dm            Aaug
I’ve a whole Wailing Wall
     F          Dm/B
of electric guitars
        A#                 G
could shatter the windows
down Brick Lane tonight
   C         F
If one of us dies, love
    G           C
I think I’ll retire
        C             F      F     G
see my boys and my beautiful girls
   C         F
A Garden of Eden
    G               C
no gates or barbed wire
      F                          G
who knows, maybe gates made of pearls
      C            F
Well, if we go to heaven
     G           C
and some say we don’t
    C             F        F   G
but if there’s a reckoning day
  C               F
please God, I’ll see you
     G       C
and maybe I won’t
        F                       G
I’ve a bag packed to go either way
C / G/C / F / G
C / G/C / F / G
 C               F
Redeeming your pledge, dear
      G           C
I’ll keep it for you
      C            F      F    G
It’s not going to go anywhere
          C          F
But your soul, your soul
         G          C
that is not what I do
         F                   G
There’s not a lot I can do there
     Dm        Aaug       F   
I remember the officer’s watch
       Aaug
in my hand:
    Dm         F         Dm/B
'Repair it or die' I was told
        Dm        Aaug
It’s a wonder to me -
         F           Dm/B
I still don’t understand
      A#                  G
why I ever survived to be old
                      C    G/C
with a heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G

We Can Get Wild
Tom: Am
Intro: Am
      Am              C            F
We're old enough for leaving home,
                                     Am
The old joanna and the old trombone,
          C        F
It's all going on,
                                C
I'm growing my sideboards long,
     Am            F
Hey you and me can 
                     C
be who we want to be.
          Am          F
Listen now right here,
                      C          
It's going to be a beautiful year.
Am
               C           F
Calling it a teenage scene
                    Am
And I have a dream,
                   C         F
Don't know if I'll be a star
                         C
I'm going to play guitar
                Am          F
I've seen this rocking cat
                              C
I want to be just like that.
          Am          F
Listen now right here
                     C
It's going to be a beautiful year
Am     F
 F               C    F
Hey look at you baby,
                            C    F
Tell your daddy you're no child
             C    A#
Look at you baby
            Am
We can get wild.
Am
Oh yeah
Am
         C          F
We'll be on our own
                             
Billy Fury on the gramophone
 Am                    C             F
Take you to the pictures and a dance
                      C
In my drainpipe pants
                         Am      F
Check the mirror and the old DA
                            C
And "You can play in a day"
          Am           F
Listen now right here
                      C
It's going to be a beautiful year
Am       F
    F            C    F
Hey look at you baby 
                            C    F
Tell your daddy you're no child
                 C    A#
Hey look at you baby
            Am
We can get wild
Am       F
    F            C    F
Hey look at you baby
                            C    F
Tell your daddy you're no child
                 C    A#
Hey look at you baby
            Am
We can get wild
            Am
We can get wild
     Am
Get wild
     Am
Get wild
Am
Secondary Waltz
Tom: A
Intro:  A / A / D / A
A / E / A
       A                       D  A
The school Christmas party is coming
                      D
Ain't doing rugby no more
            E           A   F#m
McIntyre's teaching us waltzing
 A             D       A   D
Out on the gymnasium floor
 A             D       A  
Out on the gymnasium floor
                      D  A
McIntyre's out of the army
                                D
You'll be slippered if you get it wrong
            E         A           F#m
McIntyre's din booms loud in the gym
 A                      D            A   D
But we've only got our little shorts on
 A                      D            A
But we've only got our little shorts on.
         D                            A
And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace
                    D
McIntyre's tore us apart 
                                        A             D
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space
 A             D           A   D            
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
 A             D           A
Waltzing with fear in our hearts.
A / A / D / A
A / E / A
           A                   D   A
Comes the day of the final manoeuvres,
                         D
all of our heads are a whirl
                    E       A   F#m
It's getting much closer to D day
  A                    D         A     D
This time we're goina do it with girls
  A                    D         A
This time we're goina do it with girls.
         A                   D   A
In the arena the ladies are waiting
                              D
A twelve year old partner to guide
                   E          A            F#m
Some matches were fixed, the rest of us we mixed
       A            D           A    D
And a fat girl got left on the side
   A            D           A  
A fat girl got left on the side.
         D                            A
And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace
                   D
McIntyre tore us apart
                                             A        D
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space
 A             D           A     D
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
 A             D           A
Waltzing with fear in our hearts.
A / A / D / A
A / E / A
          D                          A
When you come to my fights, and I am under the lights
                                 D
And you see that my footwork is false
                          A           D
Don't count me out, the start of the bout
          A          D        A     D
I'm just doing the secondary waltz
 A         D         A
Doing the secondary waltz.
A / A / D / A
A / E / A

Punish The Monkey
Tom: Dm
Intro: 
         Dm                           
They’re driving long nails into coffins
                                  
You’ve been having sleepless nights
                                   
You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse
     
and checking on your rights
                                  A#
The boss has hung you out to dry 
                   A
And it looks as though
                     Dm   A#  Am  Bm
they’ll punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go
Dm    
 A#          A            Dm      A#
You’ve been talking to a lawyer
                        Dm    A#
Are you going to to pretend
     A                Dm    A#
that you and your employer
               A               A#
are still the best of friends?
     A               Dm            A#
Somebody’s going to take the fall
                       A
There’s your quid pro quo
                    Dm    A#   Gm  C
They’ll punish the monkey
             Dm    A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
              Dm   A#   Am  Gm
punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go

 F            A#    F   
Here comes a policeman
          A#      F
He won’t be sidetracked
                      A#     C
He’s asking about a smoking gun
     Dm A#      A    A
He’s after the facts
A# / A / Dm / A# / Dm / A#
A / Dm / A# / A / A# / A
Dm / A# / A / Dm / A# / Am / Gm
Dm
 A#     A               Dm         A#
It’s a quiet life from here on in
                        Dm     A#
You’ve dropped your poison cup
     A            Dm      A#
The telephone is ringing
            A             A#
But you’re not picking up
        A             Dm     A#
Time’s up, Sir Lord Flunkey
                A
And everybody knows
             Dm    A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
           Dm     A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
              Dm   A#  Am  Gm
punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go
             Dm    A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
           Dm     A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
              Dm   A#  Am  Gm
punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go
            Dm
punish the monkey
            Dm
punish the monkey
            Dm
punish the monkey
            Dm
punish the monkey
Dm

 

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