The Coroner's Footnote
Half Man Half BiscuitVersion1
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There's a girl leaving town for the sunshine
She's heading out to Happiness Bay
She's going first thing in the morning
And hopes to be there by midday
Her flavoursome buck is awaiting
Laden with fraudulent charms
Enough for to plunge a doe such as she
Straight into his dastardly arms
But the tragedy lies in the background
For a young man by whom she's adored
Is planning to throw himself under
The train she's intending to board.
V2.
Now the fates may look down and show mercy
And answer a poor mother's call
And the service soon after departing
May stop for no reason at all
And the young girl may come to her senses
And the wretch may get tetchy and leave
And the chap wracked with anguish incarnate
May gladly accept his reprieve
But the fates around these parts are ruthless
And sometimes just want people dead
So he'll probably throw himself under
The ten twenty seven instead.
V3.
Now the engine is leaving the station
The cow has been scraped from the line
And two letters by way of explanation
Have been written for those left behind
And should there develop high drama
Upon which an inquest is heard
You may like to curb your lamenting
Until you've all heard the last word
Well he thought of a love unrequited
And he thought of a life full of pain
It's a pity he didn't spare a thought for
The poor bastard driving the train.
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Readable chord sheet for The Coroner's Footnote by Half Man Half Biscuit
[G]There's a girl leaving town for the [C]sunshine She's [G]heading out to Happiness [D]Bay She's [G]going first thing in the [C]morning And [G]hopes to be [D7]there by mid[G]day Her flavoursome buck is aw[C]aiting [G]Laden with fraudulent [D]charms Eno[G]ugh for to plunge a [C]doe such as she Straight [G]into his [D7]dastardly [G]arms But the [D]tragedy lies in the [G]background For a [D]young man by [Am]whom she's ad[D]ored Is [G]planning to throw himself [C]under The [G]train she's int[D7]ending to [G]board. V2. Now the fates may look down and show mercy And answer a poor mother's call And the service soon after departing May stop for no reason at all And the young girl may come to her senses And the wretch may get tetchy and leave And the chap wracked with anguish incarnate May gladly accept his reprieve But the fates around these parts are ruthless And sometimes just want people dead So he'll probably throw himself under The ten twenty seven instead. V3. Now the engine is leaving the station The cow has been scraped from the line And two letters by way of explanation Have been written for those left behind And should there develop high drama Upon which an inquest is heard You may like to curb your lamenting Until you've all heard the last word Well he thought of a love unrequited And he thought of a life full of pain It's a pity he didn't spare a thought for The poor bastard driving the train.