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Kill To Get Crimson

Mark Knopfler
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 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 I wonder if there's no forever
 No walking hand in hand
 Down a yellow brick road
 To never never land
 These days I get to where I'm going
 Make it there eventually
 Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
 To where I'm meant to be
 To where I'm meant to be
 I don't know what brought you to me
 That was up to you
 There's so many come to see  me
 Who want their own tattoo
 I fixed a needle in a holder
 Laid my hand upon your spine
 And there upon your shoulder
 I drew the picture as your sign
 When I think about  us
 I see the picture that we made
 The picture to remind  us
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 I worked the rowdies and daytrippers
 Now and then I think of you
 Any which way we're all shufflin'
 Forward in the queue
 They like to move my operation
 They like to get me off the pier
 And I dream I'm on a steamer
 Pullin' out of here
 When I think about  us
 I see a picture that we made
 The picture to remind  us
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 True love will never fade
 C7add11
 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
 Don’t begrudge her the Merc
 it’s been nothing but work
 and a hard  life
 Losing  her looks
 over company books
 - the scaffolder’s wife
 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
 Don’t begrudge her the Merc
 it’s been nothing but work
 and a hard  life
 Losing  her looks
 over company books
 - the scaffolder’s wife
 the scaffolder’s wife
 Sunday  morning, here  we are
 The boy’s come home
 not quite the movie  star
 He’s  been in Hollywood
 The boy’s come home
 The boy’s done  good
 He  says she asked  too high a price
 neglecting to declare
 what  sits between  them there on ice,
 chilled,  with the fizzy and the still:
 he tried but didn’t make  it there
 It’s not for me
 It’s not for me
 He  says she asked  too high a price
 neglecting to declare
 what  sits between  them there on ice,
 chilled,  with the fizzy and the still:
 he tried but didn’t make  it there
 It’s not for me
 It’s not for me
 Sunday  papers, here  we are
 The boy’s come home
 The boy’s come home
 You can tell  me your troubles
 I’ll listen  for free
 My regulars  trust  me, it seems
 You can come  and see Uncle
 to get  through the week
 leave your pledges  with me to redeem
 Some folk  sell their bodies
 for ten  bob a go
 Politicians  go pawning  their souls
 Which doesn’t  make  me
 look too bad,  don’t you know
 me,  with my heart full of holes
 All my yesterdays  broken
 a watch  with no  face
 all battered  and  old
 Bits  of the movement
 all  over the  place
 and a heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 a heart full of holes
 a heart full of holes
 a heart full of holes
 Brass knuckles  and banjos
 are out  on the town
 at the knees-up
 in Teddy  Boys’ Row
 The gold  block and tackle
 tells the time  upside down
 Rock  n’ roll - well, I don’t know
 Dead  people’s wedding  gifts
 walk  out the  door
 A clarinet  squeals  to be free
 Accordions  hop
 from the shelves  to the floor  -
 start playing  their polkas to me
 There’s a ringing  of bells
 a dunderhead’s  curse
 Fingers  are pointing  at you
 And you take  work in hell
 and be glad  it’s not worse
 and you  get to the back of the queue
 Handcuffs  and hunting  knives
 clang  on the  bars
 Air  pistols shoot  out the  lights
 I’ve a whole  Wailing Wall
 of electric  guitars
 could shatter  the windows
 down Brick Lane tonight
 If one  of us dies,  love
 I think  I’ll retire
 see my boys  and my beautiful girls
 A Garden  of Eden
 no gates  or barbed wire
 who knows,  maybe gates made of pearls
 Well, if  we go to heaven
 and some  say we don’t
 but if  there’s a reckoning day
 please  God, I’ll see  you
 and maybe  I won’t
 I’ve a bag  packed to go either way
 Redeeming  your pledge,  dear
 I’ll keep  it for you
 It’s not  going to go  anywhere
 But your soul,  your soul
 that is not  what I do
 There’s not  a lot I can do there
 I remember  the officer’s  watch
 in my hand:
 'Repair  it or die'  I was  told
 It’s a wonder  to me  -
 I still don’t  understand
 why I ever  survived to be old
 with a heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 A heart full of holes
 We're old  enough for leaving  home,
 The old joanna and the old trombone,
 It's all going  on,
 I'm growing my sideboards long,
 Hey you  and me can
 be who we want to be.
 Listen now  right here,
 It's going to be a beautiful  year.
 Calling it a teenage  scene
 And I have a dream,
 Don't know if I'll be  a star
 I'm going to play guitar
 I've seen this rocking  cat
 I want to be just like that.
 Listen now  right here
 It's going to be a beautiful  year
 Hey  look at you baby,
 Tell your daddy you're no child
 Look at you baby
 We can get wild.
 Oh yeah
 We'll be on  our own
 Billy Fury on the gramophone
 Take  you to the pictures  and a dance
 In my drainpipe pants
 Check the mirror and the old  DA
 And "You can play in a day"
 Listen now  right here
 It's going to be a beautiful  year
 Hey look  at you baby
 Tell your daddy you're no child
 Hey look at you baby
 We can get wild
 Hey look  at you baby
 Tell your daddy you're no child
 Hey look at you baby
 We can get wild
 We can get wild
 Get wild
 Get wild
 The school  Christmas party is coming
 Ain't doing rugby no more
 McIntyre's teaching  us waltzing
 Out  on the gymnasium  floor
 Out  on the gymnasium  floor
 McIntyre's out of the army
 You'll be slippered if you get it  wrong
 McIntyre's din  booms loud  in the gym
 But  we've only got our little  shorts on
 But  we've only got our little  shorts on.
 And it's one  two three, two two,we're all  a disgrace
 McIntyre's tore us apart
 And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all  found a space
 Waltzing  with fear  in our hearts
 Waltzing  with fear  in our hearts.
 Comes the day  of the final manoeuvres,
 all of our heads are a whirl
 It's getting much closer  to D  day
 This  time we're goina do  it with girls
 This  time we're goina do  it with girls.
 In the arena  the ladies are waiting
 A twelve year old partner to guide
 Some matches were fixed,  the rest  of us we mixed
 And a fat  girl got left  on the side
 A fat  girl got left  on the side.
 And it's one  two three, two two,we're all  a disgrace
 McIntyre tore us apart
 And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found  a space
 Waltzing  with fear  in our hearts
 Waltzing  with fear  in our hearts.
 When you come  to my fights, and I am under  the lights
 And you see that my footwork is false
 Don't count me out, the start  of the bout
 I'm just doing  the secondary  waltz
 Doing  the secondary  waltz.
 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
 The boss has hung you out to dry
 And it looks as though
 they’ll punish the monkey
 and let the organ grinder go
 You’ve  been talking  to a lawyer
 Are you going to to pretend
 that you  and your employer
 are still the best  of friends?
 Somebody’s  going to take  the fall
 There’s your quid pro quo
 They’ll punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 and let the organ grinder go
 Here  comes a policeman
 He won’t be  sidetracked
 He’s asking about a smoking  gun
 He’s after  the facts
 It’s  a quiet  life from here  on in
 You’ve dropped your poison  cup
 The telephone  is ringing
 But you’re not  picking up
 Time’s up,  Sir Lord Flunkey
 And everybody knows
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 and let the organ grinder go
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 and let the organ grinder go
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 punish the monkey
 When it’s pop  goes the weasel
 let  go of the easel
 You don’t  want
 this rickety  rackety  life
 It’s seat  of the trousers
 It’s all sink  or swim,  son
 I’d kill to get crimson
 on this  palette knife
 And I’d steal  in a minute
 I’m up  to here in it
 You  here behaving
 as though  I’m a saint
 Get a job  with a pension
 Don’t  ever mention
 you once had a craving
 for the brushes  and paint
 So go,  forget  it, let it all go
 let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 Let it all go
 A hack  writer judges
 my swipes  and my smudges
 he doesn’t  like pictures
 with blotches  and blots
 The drawing  room tea  set
 wants horses,  sunsets
 sweet nothings  -
 the seaside  with yachts
 Here’s the end  of the thirties
 no  time for arties
 over  in Poland
 a right  old to-do
 So go  join the navy
 the air  force or the army
 They’ll all be enrolling
 young fellows  like you
 So go,  forget  it, let it all go
 let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 Let it all go
 These are not  my decisions
 flaming visions
 ringing expressions
 the clamouring  voice
 It’s volcanic  desire
 the unquenchable  fire
 It isn’t a question
 of having  the choice
 Anyway,  now I’m old
 but  if you won’t be told
 if you’ve  been created
 to answer  the call
 all passion  and lust
 is going to end  in the dust
 but you’ll hang  on some
 government  gallery  wall
 You must go,  forget  it, let it all go
 let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 let it all go
 Go, forget  it, let it all go
 Let it all go
 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
 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
 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
 When  I gave my heart
 to a tinker boy
 he said a fish  could love a swallow
 And I will go  with my travelling man
 Wherever he  goes  I will follow
 He will mend
 your pots and pans
 Your kitchen knives  he’ll take and sharpen
 Then I’ll be gone  with my travelling man
 and never more  your  doorway darken
 The fish and the bird
 who fall in love
 will find no place  to build a home  in
 The fish and the bird  who fall in love
 are bound forever  to go roaming
 bound forever  to go roaming
 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 Damsel  Gin lane
 I’ll write  up a scene  on a counter
 - confessions  and sins  in the main,  boys
 confessions  and sins  in the main
 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
 They come rattling  over  the cobbles
 they sit  on their coffins  of black
 Some  are struck dumb,  some gabble
 top-heavy  on brandy  or sec
 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
 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
 Are  you home from the sea,  my soul balladeer
 You’ve  been away roaming  far away from here
 weathered  a storm,  your heart unafraid
 crossed  every ocean  in the boat that you made
 Been  blowing your horn,  scaring the spooks
 No  crotchets or quavers  in your books
 Gone  sailing all night,  straight in the vein
 like  a bird on his own  flight  in his domain  in the sky
 in the sky
 Running  in on the tide  with the first of the stars
 the moon  on the water  and the sound of guitars
 Glide  into the homing  as the night falls
 to tie  up in the haven  by the old harbour wall
 And  the hard-bitten stranger  as deaf as a post
 who  stands at the fire  where a poet’s dreams roast
 He  can’t know the story,  he can’t feel the pain
 and all  of the glory  falls around him like rain  in the sky
 in the sky
 You’re  a light in the dark,  a beacon of hope
 and strong  as a sea  boat,  strong as a rope
 And the vagabond  wind,  whispers over the bay
 and the songs  and the laughter,  are carried away  in the sky
 in the sky

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Readable chord sheet for Kill To Get Crimson by Mark Knopfler

[C]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[C]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]

True love will never f[C]ade  [F]
True love will never f[Dm]ade  [G]
True love will never f[C]ade  [F]
True love will never f[Dm]ade  [G]
True love will never f[C]ade

I wonder if there's no for[F]ever
No walking hand in h[C]and
Down a yellow brick r[Dm]oad  [G]
To never never land [C]

These days I get to where I'm g[F]oing
Make it there eventuall[C]y
Follow the trail of br[Dm]eadcrumbs [G]
To where I'm meant to b[F]e  [G]
To where I'm meant to b[C]e

I don't know what brought you to m[F]e
That was up to y[C]ou
There's so many come to s[Dm]ee me [G]
Who want their own tatt[C]oo

I fixed a needle in a h[F]older
Laid my hand upon your sp[C]ine
And there upon your sh[Dm]oulder [G]
I drew the picture as your s[C]ign

When I think ab[Dm]out us [G]
I see the picture that we m[C]ade [Am]
The picture to rem[F]ind us [G]
True love will never f[F]ade [G]
True love will never f[C]ade [F]
True love will never f[Dm]ade  [G]
True love will never f[C]ade

[C]   [F]   [F]   [C]   [C]   [Dm]   [G]   [C]

I worked the rowdies and d[F]aytrippers
Now and then I think of y[C]ou
Any which way we're all sh[Dm]ufflin' [G]
Forward in the q[C]ueue

They like to move my oper[F]ation
They like to get me off the p[C]ier
And I dream I'm on a st[Dm]eamer [G]
Pullin' out of h[C]ere

When I think ab[Dm]out us [G]
I see a picture that we m[C]ade  [Am]
The picture to rem[F]ind us [G]
True love will never f[F]ade  [G]
True love will never f[C]ade [F]
True love will never f[Dm]ade  [G]
True love will never f[C]ade  [F]
True love will never f[Dm]ade  [G]
True love will never f[C]ade  [F]

[Dm]   [G]   [C]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[C]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[C]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]

C7add11 [x33310]

[Am]   [D]   [Am]
[Am]   [D]   [Am]
[Am]   [D]   [Am]
[D]   [Am]   [D]   [Am]

The scaffolder’s w[C7add11]ife
driving out of the y[C]ard
with a face that’s as h[F]ard
as a scaffolder’s b[C]ar -
when she goes into t[G]own
she might take the top d[E]own
on the c[Am]ar  [D]     [Am]

The quick little st[C7add11]eps
in the stiletto b[C]oots
and the hair with the r[F]oots
She comes in as a r[C]ule
to get the nails d[G]one
and the tan for the s[E]un
when the kids are in sch[Am]ool [D]    [Am]

Don’t begrudge her the M[F]erc
it’s been nothing but w[G]ork
and a h[C]ard[C/B]   l[Am]ife
L[Am/G]osing her l[F]ooks
over company b[G]ooks
- the scaffolder’s w[F]ife

[C]   [Dm]   [C]   [Gm]
[C]   [F]   [C]   [G]
[E]   [Am]   [D]   [Am]

In the wicked old d[C7add11]ays
when they went it al[C]one
kept the company g[F]oing
on a wing and a pr[C]ayer
They don’t pay what they [G]owe
when they have the cash fl[E]ow
- they don’t c[Am]are [D]    [Am]

Don’t begrudge her the M[F]erc
it’s been nothing but w[G]ork
and a h[C]ard[C/B]   l[Am]ife
L[Am/G]osing her l[F]ooks
over company b[G]ooks
- the scaffolder’s w[F]ife [C]    [Dm]        [C]
the scaffolder’s w[F]ife [C]    [Dm]        [C]

[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]

[Esus4] [022200]

[E]   [Esus4]   [Em]   [A]
[E]   [Esus4]   [Em]   [A]

S[E]unday morning, h[Esus4]ere we are [Em]
The boy’s come h[A]ome
not quite the m[E]ovie star

H[E]e’s been in H[Esus4]ollywood [Em]
The boy’s come h[A]ome
The boy’s done[E] good

H[B]e says she [D]asked too high a pr[A]ice
neglecting to decl[E]are
wh[B]at sits betw[D]een them there on [A]ice, [Am]
ch[Am]illed, with the fizzy and the still:  [Am/F#]
he tried but didn’t m[E]ake it there
It’s not for m[A]e   [A]       [E]
It’s not for m[A]e

[E]   [Esus4]   [Em]   [A]   [A]
[E]   [F#m]   [G]   [A]   [E]

H[B]e says she [D]asked too high a pr[A]ice
neglecting to decl[E]are
wh[B]at sits betw[D]een them there on [A]ice, [Am]
ch[Am]illed, with the fizzy and the still:  [Am/F#]
he tried but didn’t m[E]ake it there
It’s not for m[A]e   [A]       [E]
It’s not for m[A]e

S[E]unday papers, h[Esus4]ere we are  [Em]
The boy’s come h[A]ome  [A]      [E]         [Emsus4]                 [Em]
The boy’s come h[A]ome

[E]   [Esus4]   [Em]   [A]   [A]
[E]   [F#m]   [G]   [A]   [A]   [E]
[E]   [F#m]   [G]   [A]   [A]   [E]

[Aaug] [x4322x]
[G/C] [x30003]

[C]   [G/C]   [F]   [G]
[C]   [G/C]   [F]   [G]

You can t[C]ell me your tr[F]oubles
I’ll l[G]isten for fr[C]ee
My r[C]egulars tr[F]ust me, it [F]seems[G]
You can c[C]ome and see U[F]ncle
to g[G]et through the w[C]eek
leave your p[F]ledges with me to red[G]eem

Some f[C]olk sell their b[F]odies
for t[G]en bob a go[C]
Politi[C]cians go p[F]awning their [F]sou[G]ls
Which d[C]oesn’t m[F]ake me
look too [G]bad, don’t you k[C]now
m[F]e, with my heart full of h[G]oles

All my y[Dm]esterdays b[Aaug]roken
a w[F]atch with no[Aaug] face  [Dm]
all b[F]attered an[Dm/B]d old
B[Dm]its of the m[Aaug]ovement
a[F]ll over th[Dm/B]e place  [Bb]
and a heart full of h[G]oles
A heart full of h[C]oles  [G/C]
a heart full of h[F]oles  [G]
a heart full of h[C]oles  [G/C]
a heart full of h[F]oles  [G]

Brass k[C]nuckles and b[F]anjos
are o[G]ut on the t[C]own
at the kn[C]ees-up
in T[F]eddy Boys’ [F]Row [G]
The g[C]old block and t[F]ackle
tells the t[G]ime upside d[C]own
R[F]ock n’ roll - well, I don’t kn[G]ow

D[Dm]ead people’s w[Aaug]edding gifts
w[F]alk out the[Aaug] door
A cl[Dm]arinet sq[F]ueals to be [Dm/B]free
Ac[Dm]cordions h[Aaug]op
from the sh[F]elves to the [Dm/B]floor -
start pl[Bb]aying their polkas to m[G]e

[Dm]   [F]   [G]   [Dm]   [G]   [F]   [G]
[Dm]   [F]   [G]   [Dm]   [G]   [F]   [G]

There’s a r[C]inging of b[F]ells
a d[G]underhead’s c[C]urse
F[C]ingers are p[F]ointing at [F]you [G]
And you t[C]ake work in h[F]ell
and be gl[G]ad it’s not w[C]orse
and y[F]ou get to the back of the q[G]ueue

H[Dm]andcuffs and h[Aaug]unting knives
cl[F]ang on the[Aaug] bars
A[Dm]ir pistols sh[F]oot out the[Dm/B] lights
I’ve a w[Dm]hole Wailing W[Aaug]all
of el[F]ectric gu[Dm/B]itars
could sh[Bb]atter the windows  [G]

down Brick Lane tonight

If [C]one of us [F]dies, love
I th[G]ink I’ll ret[C]ire
see my b[C]oys and my bea[F]utiful [F]girls [G]
A G[C]arden of E[F]den
no g[G]ates or barbed w[C]ire
who kn[F]ows, maybe gates made of pe[G]arls
Well, [C]if we go to h[F]eaven
and s[G]ome say we d[C]on’t
but [C]if there’s a r[F]eckoning [F]day [G]
pl[C]ease God, I’ll s[F]ee you
and m[G]aybe I w[C]on’t
I’ve a b[F]ag packed to go either w[G]ay

[C]   [G/C]   [F]   [G]
[C]   [G/C]   [F]   [G]

R[C]edeeming your pl[F]edge, dear
I’ll k[G]eep it for y[C]ou
It’s n[C]ot going to g[F]o anywh[F]ere  [G]
But your s[C]oul, your s[F]oul
that is n[G]ot what I d[C]o
There’s n[F]ot a lot I can do th[G]ere

I rem[Dm]ember the [Aaug]officer’s w[F]atch
in my h[Aaug]and:
'Rep[Dm]air it or d[F]ie' I was[Dm/B] told
It’s a w[Dm]onder to m[Aaug]e -
I still d[F]on’t under[Dm/B]stand
why I [Bb]ever survived to be [G]old
with a heart full of h[C]oles [G/C]
A heart full of h[F]oles [G]
A heart full of h[C]oles  [G/C]
A heart full of h[F]oles [G]
A heart full of h[C]oles  [G/C]
A heart full of h[F]oles [G]
A heart full of h[C]oles  [G/C]
A heart full of h[F]oles [G]

[Dm]   [F]   [G]   [Dm]   [G]   [F]   [G]
[Dm]   [F]   [G]   [Dm]   [G]   [F]   [G]

[Am]

We're [Am]old enough for l[C]eaving home, [F]
The old joanna and the old trombone, [Am]
It's all g[C]oing on, [F]
I'm growing my sideboards long, [C]
Hey y[Am]ou and me can [F]
be who we want to be.[C]

Listen now[Am] right here,[F]
It's going to be a bea[C]utiful year.

[Am]

Calling it a te[C]enage scene [F]
And I have a dream, [Am]
Don't know if I'll [C]be a star [F]
I'm going to play guitar [C]
I've seen this r[Am]ocking cat  [F]
I want to be just like that.  [C]

Listen now[Am] right here [F]
It's going to be a be[C]autiful year

[Am]     [F]

H[F]ey look at you b[C]aby, [F]
Tell your daddy you're no ch[C]ild  [F]
Look at you b[C]aby  [Bb]
We can get w[Am]ild.

[Am]

Oh yeah

[Am]

We'll be [C]on our own [F]

Billy Fury on the gramophone
T[Am]ake you to the picture[C]s and a dance [F]
In my drainpipe pants [C]
Check the mirror and the [Am]old DA  [F]
And "You can play in a day" [C]

Listen now[Am] right here  [F]
It's going to be a bea[C]utiful year

[Am]       [F]

Hey [F]look at you b[C]aby  [F]
Tell your daddy you're no ch[C]ild  [F]
Hey look at you b[C]aby  [Bb]
We can get w[Am]ild

[Am]       [F]

Hey [F]look at you b[C]aby  [F]
Tell your daddy you're no ch[C]ild  [F]
Hey look at you b[C]aby  [Bb]
We can get w[Am]ild
We can get w[Am]ild
Get w[Am]ild
Get w[Am]ild

[Am]

[A]   [A]   [D]   [A]
[A]   [E]   [A]

The sch[A]ool Christmas party is c[D]omi[A]ng
Ain't doing rugby no m[D]ore
McIntyre's t[E]eaching us w[A]altz[F#m]ing
O[A]ut on the gymn[D]asium fl[A]oor [D]
O[A]ut on the gymn[D]asium fl[A]oor

McIntyre's out of the [D]arm[A]y
You'll be slippered if you get i[D]t wrong
McIntyre's d[E]in booms l[A]oud in the g[F#m]ym
B[A]ut we've only got our l[D]ittle shorts [A]on  [D]
B[A]ut we've only got our l[D]ittle shorts [A]on.

And it's [D]one two three, two two,we're [A]all a disgrace
McIntyre's tore us a[D]part
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd [A]all found a sp[D]ace
W[A]altzing with f[D]ear in our h[A]eart[D]s
W[A]altzing with f[D]ear in our h[A]earts.

[A]   [A]   [D]   [A]
[A]   [E]   [A]

Comes the d[A]ay of the final mano[D]euvr[A]es,
all of our heads are a wh[D]irl
It's getting much cl[E]oser to [A]D da[F#m]y
Th[A]is time we're goina d[D]o it with [A]girls [D]
Th[A]is time we're goina d[D]o it with [A]girls.

In the ar[A]ena the ladies are w[D]aiti[A]ng
A twelve year old partner to g[D]uide
Some matches were f[E]ixed, the r[A]est of us we [F#m]mixed
And a f[A]at girl got l[D]eft on the s[A]ide  [D]
A f[A]at girl got l[D]eft on the s[A]ide.

And it's [D]one two three, two two,we're [A]all a disgrace
McIntyre tore us ap[D]art
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all f[A]ound a sp[D]ace
W[A]altzing with f[D]ear in our h[A]earts [D]
W[A]altzing with f[D]ear in our h[A]earts.

[A]   [A]   [D]   [A]
[A]   [E]   [A]

When you c[D]ome to my fights, and I am [A]under the lights
And you see that my footwork is f[D]alse
Don't count me out, the st[A]art of the b[D]out
I'm just d[A]oing the se[D]condary w[A]altz  [D]
D[A]oing the s[D]econdary w[A]altz.

[A]   [A]   [D]   [A]
[A]   [E]   [A]

[Dm]

They’re d[Dm]riving long nails into coffins

You’ve been having sleepless nights

You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse

and checking on your rights
The boss has hung you out to dry  [Bb]
And it looks as tho[A]ugh
they’ll punish the mo[Dm]nkey [Bb]     [Am]         [Bm]
and let the organ grinder g[Dm]o

[Dm]

Y[Bb]ou’ve been t[A]alking to a l[Dm]awyer   [Bb]
Are you going to to pret[Dm]end   [Bb]
that [A]you and your empl[Dm]oyer  [Bb]
are still the b[A]est of friends? [Bb]
Someb[A]ody’s going to t[Dm]ake the fall  [Bb]
There’s your quid pro q[A]uo
They’ll punish the m[Dm]onkey [Bb]      [Gm]          [C]
punish the mo[Dm]nkey  [Bb]      [Gm]          [C]
punish the mon[Dm]key  [Bb]       [Am]           [Gm]
and let the organ grinder g[Dm]o

H[F]ere comes a p[Bb]olicem[F]an
He won’t b[Bb]e sidetr[F]acked
He’s asking about a sm[Bb]oking g[C]un
He’s [Dm]aft[Bb]er the f[A]acts [A]

[Bb]   [A]   [Dm]   [Bb]   [Dm]   [Bb]
[A]   [Dm]   [Bb]   [A]   [Bb]   [A]
[Dm]   [Bb]   [A]   [Dm]   [Bb]   [Am]   [Gm]

[Dm]

I[Bb]t’s a q[A]uiet life from h[Dm]ere on in  [Bb]
You’ve dropped your pois[Dm]on cup [Bb]
The t[A]elephone is r[Dm]inging  [Bb]
But you’re n[A]ot picking up [Bb]
Time’s u[A]p, Sir Lord Fl[Dm]unkey  [Bb]
And everybody kn[A]ows
punish the mo[Dm]nkey  [Bb]      [Gm]          [C]
punish the [Dm]monkey [Bb]     [Gm]         [C]
punish the mon[Dm]key  [Bb]      [Am]          [Gm]
and let the organ grinder g[Dm]o

punish the mo[Dm]nkey  [Bb]      [Gm]          [C]
punish the [Dm]monkey [Bb]     [Gm]         [C]
punish the mon[Dm]key  [Bb]      [Am]          [Gm]
and let the organ grinder g[Dm]o

punish the m[Dm]onkey
punish the m[Dm]onkey
punish the m[Dm]onkey
punish the m[Dm]onkey

[Dm]

[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]
[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]

When it’s p[D]op goes the w[C]easel
l[G]et go of the [D]easel
You d[D]on’t want
this r[C]ickety r[G]ackety l[D]ife

It’s s[D]eat of the tr[C]ousers
It’s all s[G]ink or sw[D]im, son
I’d kill to get c[C]rimson
on th[G]is palette k[D]nife

And I’d st[Em]eal in a minute
I’m [C]up to here in it
Y[Em]ou here behaving
as th[Bm]ough I’m a s[C]aint  [Bm]
Get a j[D]ob with a p[C]ension
D[G]on’t ever m[D]ention
you once had a cr[C]aving
for the br[G]ushes and p[D]aint

So g[D]o, forg[C]et it, let it all g[Em]o
let it all g[D]o   [G]
Go, forg[D]et it, let it all g[C]o  [C]     [D]
Go, forg[C]et it, let it all g[Em]o
let it all g[D]o   [G]
Go, forg[D]et it, let it all g[C]o
Let it all g[Bm]o

[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]
[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]

A h[D]ack writer j[C]udges
my sw[G]ipes and my sm[D]udges
he do[D]esn’t like p[C]ictures
with bl[G]otches and bl[D]ots

The dr[D]awing room t[C]ea set
wants h[G]orses, s[D]unsets
sweet n[C]othings -
the s[G]easide with y[D]achts

Here’s the [Em]end of the thirties
n[C]o time for arties
o[Em]ver in Poland
a r[Bm]ight old to-d[C]o   [Bm]
So g[D]o join the n[C]avy
the [G]air force or the [D]army
They’ll all be enr[C]olling
young f[G]ellows like y[D]ou

So g[D]o, forg[C]et it, let it all g[Em]o
let it all g[D]o   [G]
Go, forg[D]et it, let it all g[C]o  [C]      [D]
Go, forg[C]et it, let it all g[Em]o
let it all g[D]o   [G]
Go, forg[D]et it, let it all g[C]o
Let it all g[Bm]o

[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]
[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]

These are n[D]ot my dec[C]isions [G]
flaming v[D]isions
ringing expr[C]essions

the cl[G]amouring v[D]oice

It’s volc[D]anic des[C]ire
the unq[G]uenchable f[D]ire
It isn’t a qu[C]estion
of h[G]aving the ch[D]oice

Anyw[Em]ay, now I’m old
but[C] if you won’t be told
if y[Em]ou’ve been created
to [Bm]answer the c[C]all  [Bm]
all p[D]assion and l[C]ust
is going to [G]end in the d[D]ust
but you’ll h[D]ang on some
g[C]overnment g[G]allery w[D]all

You must g[D]o, forg[C]et it, let it all g[Em]o
let it all g[D]o   [G]
Go, forg[D]et it, let it all g[C]o  [C]      [D]
Go, forg[C]et it, let it all g[Em]o
let it all g[D]o   [G]
Go, forg[D]et it, let it all g[C]o
Let it all g[Bm]o

[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]
[D]   [C]   [G]   [D]

[D]

[Am]   [G]  [F]
[C]   [G]  [F]
[F]  [G]  [C]  [F]
[Dm] [Am]  [F]  [G]

[Am]

This d[Am]idn’t used to be me, old boy

This isn’t what I’d want

pulling old night fighters

in a restaurant
There’s sm[Am]oke and flames behind me

where the self-respect all went
and I’m b[C]ehind, b[Am]ehind  [F]
with the r[Am]ent

I’ve been st[Am]itched 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 st[Am]alking this old Doris

with lascivious intent
and I’m b[C]ehind, b[Am]ehind [F]
with the r[Am]ent

J[Am]ust a little d[G]uck and d[F]ive  [C]
and a bit of wh[G]eel and de[F]al
Sh[F]e’ll rem[G]ind me I[C]’m al[F]ive
Sh[Dm]e’ll rem[Am]ind me [F]I still f[G]eel
J[Am]ust a little sh[G]elling [F]out  [C]
for a bit of y[G]ou-know-wh[F]at
[F]I know th[G]is is [C]all ab[F]out
s[Dm]omething th[Am]at I n[F]ever g[G]ot

[Am]

[C]   [Am]   [F]   [Am]

Well this cr[Am]umpet’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 beh[C]ind, beh[Am]ind  [F]
with the r[Am]ent
Yes, I’m beh[C]ind, beh[Am]ind  [F]
with the r[Am]ent

[Am]

[C]   [Am]   [F]   [Am]
[C]   [Am]   [F]   [Am]

[Am]

[Em]   [A]   [G] [D]   [A]   [A]
[Em]   [G] [D]   [A]

W[A]hen I gave my h[Em]eart
to a tinker b[A]oy
he said a f[G]is[D]h could love a sw[A]allow
And I will g[A]o with my travelling m[Em]an
Wherever h[G]e g[D]oes I will f[A]ollow

He will m[Em]end
your pots and p[A]ans
Your kitchen kn[G]iv[D]es he’ll take and sh[A]arpen
Then I’ll be g[A]one with my travelling m[Em]an
and never m[G]ore y[D]our doorway d[A]arken

[G] [D]   [Dm] [C]   [Cm] [G]   [A]

[G] [D]   [Dm] [C]   [Cm] [G]   [Bm]

[A]

The fish and the b[Em]ird
who fall in l[A]ove
will find no pl[G]ac[D]e to build a h[A]ome in
The fish and the b[A]ird who fall in l[Em]ove
are bound for[G]ev[D]er to go roam[A]ing
bound for[G]ev[D]er to go roam[A]ing

[G] [D]   [Dm] [C]   [Cm] [G]   [A]

[G] [D]   [Dm] [C]   [Cm] [G]   [Bm]

[A]

[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]

I’m a m[Am]aker of b[G]allads right pr[Am]etty
I wr[Am]ite them right h[G]ere in the str[Am]eet
You can b[C]uy them [G]all over the c[F]ity
y[F]ours for a p[E]enny a sh[Am]eet

I’m a w[Am]ord pecker [G]out of the pr[Am]inters
O[Am]ut of the D[G]amsel Gin l[Am]ane
I’ll wr[C]ite up a sc[G]ene on a c[F]ounter
- conf[F]essions and s[E]ins in the m[Am]ain, b[G]oys
confe[F]ssions and s[G]ins in the m[Am]ain

Then you’ll f[C]ind me in M[F]adame Ge[G]nev[C]a’s
k[F]eeping the d[C]emons at b[G]ay
There’s n[G7]othing like g[C]in for dr[Am]owning them [Dm]in
but they’ll [G]always be b[E]ack on a hanging day[Am]

[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]

They come r[Am]attling o[G]ver the c[Am]obbles
they s[Am]it on their c[G]offins of bl[Am]ack
S[C]ome are struck d[G]umb, some g[F]abble
top-h[F]eavy on br[E]andy or s[Am]ec

The p[Am]ews are all f[G]ull of fine f[Am]ellows
and the h[Am]awker has s[G]et up her sh[Am]op
As they’re t[C]urning them [G]off at the g[F]allows
she’ll be s[F]elling r[E]ight under the dr[Am]op, b[G]oys
s[F]elling right [G]under the dr[Am]op

Then you’ll f[C]ind me in M[F]adame Ge[G]nev[C]a’s
k[F]eeping the d[C]emons at b[G]ay
There’s n[G7]othing like g[C]in for dr[Am]owning them [Dm]in
but they’ll [G]always be b[E]ack on a hanging day[Am]

[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am]   [F]   [Dm]   [G]
[Am][E]

[Dsus2] [x00230]
[Gm7] [3x0002]

[D]   [G]   [D]   [G]   [A]
[D]   [G]   [D]   [G]   [A]

A[D]re you home from the s[G]ea,[D] my soul balladee[G]r   [A]       [D]
Y[D]ou’ve been away r[G]oam[D]ing[G] far away from h[D]ere  [Dsus2]          [D]
w[D]eathered a st[G]orm[D], your heart unaf[G]raid  [A]      [D]
c[D]rossed every [G]oce[D]an[G] in the boat that you m[A]ade  [D]

B[D]een blowing your h[G]orn[D], scaring the sp[G]ooks [A]    [D]
N[D]o crotchets or q[G]uav[D]ers[G] in your b[D]ooks [A]     [D]
G[D]one sailing all n[G]ight[D], straight in the v[G]ein [A]    [D]
l[D]ike a bird on his [G]own fl[D]ight[G] in his dom[A]ain in the sk[D]y   [Gm7]
in the sk[D]y  [Gm7]

[D]   [A]   [G]   [A]   [A]   [D]

R[D]unning in on the t[G]ide[D] with the first of the st[G]ars  [A]      [D]
the m[D]oon on the w[G]at[D]er[G] and the sound of g[D]uitars [Dsus2]         [D]
Gl[D]ide into the h[G]oming[D] as the night f[G]alls [A]     [D]
to t[D]ie up in the h[G]av[D]en[G] by the old harbour w[A]all  [D]

A[D]nd the hard-bitten str[G]anger[D] as deaf as a p[G]ost  [A]      [D]
wh[D]o stands at the f[G]ir[D]e [G]  where a poet’s dreams r[D]oast [Dsus2]        [D]
H[D]e can’t know the st[G]ory,[D] he can’t feel the p[G]ain  [A]      [D]
and [D]all of the gl[G]or[D]y [G]  falls around him like r[A]ain in the sk[D]y   [Gm7]
in the sk[D]y  [Gm7]

[D]   [A]   [G]   [A]   [A]   [D]
[G]   [D]   [G]   [A]   [D]
[G]   [D]   [G]   [A]   [A]   [D]

Y[D]ou’re a light in the d[G]ark[D], a beacon of h[G]ope  [A]      [D]
and str[D]ong as a s[G]ea b[D]oat[G], strong as a r[D]ope  [Dsus4]          [D]
And the v[D]agabond w[G]ind[D], whispers over the b[G]ay [A]    [D]
and the s[D]ongs and the l[G]aught[D]er,[G] are carried aw[A]ay in the sk[D]y   [Gm7]
in the sk[D]y  [Gm7]

[D]   [A]   [G]   [A]   [A]
[D]   [G]   [D]   [G]   [A]
[A]

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