Nothing But The Same Old Story

I[Em] was just about ni[C]neteen    [G]

W[C]hen I la[D]nded on the[G]ir shore

W[D]ith my eyes [Bm7]big as headlights

L[C]ike the thousan[D]ds and th[C]ousands who came before

I[G] was going to be something

I[Bm7] smiled at the [C]man scrutini[D]sing my fa[G]ce

A[D]s I stepped down off t[Em]he gangway[A]     [Em]          [A]

Came down to their city
Where I worked for many's the year
Built a hundred houses
Must've pulled half a million pints of beer
Living under suspicion
Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes
You can see that your nothing but a murderer
In their eyes, we're nothing but a bunch of murderers

H[Em]ey Joh[C]nny, can't wai[G]t 'til Saturday nigh[C]t    [D]         [G]

G[D]ot a thi[Bm7]rst that's raging

K[C]now a pl[D]ace where [C]we can put that right

W[G]ash away th[Bm7]e confusion

H[C]ose down [D]this fire inside

B[G]ut look out!

I[D]'ll tear you into pieces if y[Em]ou cross me

I'm sick of watching them break up
Every time some bird brain puts us down
Making jokes on the radio
Guess it helps them all drown out the sound
Of the crumbling foundations
Any fool can see the writing on the wall
But they just don't believe that it's happening

There's a crowd says I'm alright
Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties
Like some dressed up monkey in a cage
And I play my accordian
Oh, but when the wine seeps through the facade
It's nothing but the same old story
Nothing but the same old story

Got a brother in Boston
Says he'll send me on the fare
Just wrote me a letter
Making out that he's cleaning up out there
Two cars in the driveway
Summer house way down on the Cape
And I know that he's fix me up in the morning

I've been thinking about it
But it seems so far to go
People say in the winter
You'd get lost underneath the snow
And there's this girl from my home place
We've been planning to move back and give it a try
So I never got around to going
That's why I never got around to going