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Should I Betray?

Richard Thompson
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Should  I betray you to your spouse?
The  wife who waits back at the house
She  doesn’t know that you’re a louse
 That’s not  the man she wed
 She doesn’t know the deals you make
 The throats you cut, the vows you break
 To buy up some old lady’s stake
 Quick before she’s dead
She  doesn’t see your oily smarm
 You pour  on in the place of charm
When  you’ve got some shopgirl by the arm
Steering  her into bed
 That virgin forest you chopped down
 To build another ugly town
 I’ll tell your wife you bribed them round
 To back your plan instead
 But perhaps she doesn’t want to see
 The heel that you turned out to be
 That’s why she’ll take a gin or three
 To drive doubts from her head
 While she’s working hard enough
 With housework, kids, and all that stuff
 You’re out there with some bit of fluff
 Cruising on the Med
 She thought the leopard’s spots were paint
 She thought she’d turn you to a saint
 Kept hoping, though the hope grew faint
 That you were better bred

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Readable chord sheet for Should I Betray? by Richard Thompson

[Cm]Should I betray you to your spouse?
[D7]The wife who waits back at the house
[Bbm]She doesn’t know that you’re a louse
That’s [Fm]not the man she wed

She doesn’t know the deals you make
The throats you cut, the vows you break
To buy up some old lady’s stake
Quick before she’s dead

[C#m]She doesn’t see your oily smarm
You [Absus4]pour on in the place of charm
[C#m]When you’ve got some shopgirl by the arm
[Absus4]Steering her into bed

That virgin forest you chopped down
To build another ugly town
I’ll tell your wife you bribed them round
To back your plan instead

But perhaps she doesn’t want to see
The heel that you turned out to be
That’s why she’ll take a gin or three
To drive doubts from her head

While she’s working hard enough
With housework, kids, and all that stuff
You’re out there with some bit of fluff
Cruising on the Med

She thought the leopard’s spots were paint
She thought she’d turn you to a saint
Kept hoping, though the hope grew faint
That you were better bred

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