The Sun Never Shines On The Poor
Richard ThompsonVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
The urchins are writhing around in the mud
Like eels playing tag in a barrel
The old Sally Army plays mournful & sweet
As they play an old Christmasy carol
The world is as dark as a black night in hell
What kind of place can this be?
Oh! People like hermit crabs run into doorways
Fearing to say,
"Do you feel as downtrodden as me?"
Ting-
-ling ting-
-ling
The devil, he leans on your bell
The future looks black as before
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And the sun never shines,
The sun never shines on the poor!
The rich man he dreams of his gold and his plate
And his house and his car and his women
The poor man he dreams of his one room estate
And his pay packet short by one shilling
The last penny falls through a hole in your jeans
Now ain't that the way when you're down?
Just walking in circles for the rest of your life
And feeling so low that your chin scrapes along
on the ground.
Now some of the people are poor in the purse
They don't have the cash at the ready
And some of the people they're crippled and lame
They can never stand up true and steady
And some of the people are poor in the head
Like the simpleton fools that you see
But most of the people are poor in the heart
That's the worst kind of poor,
That's the worst kind of poor you can be!
Hope it helps! Any improvements welcome.
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Readable chord sheet for The Sun Never Shines On The Poor by Richard Thompson
T[F]he urchins are writhing around in the mud L[F#]ike eels playing tag in a barrel T[Bb]he old Sally Army plays mournful & sweet [Gm] A[Dm]s they play an old[Bb] Christmasy ca[A]rol T[F]he world is as dark as a black night in hell W[F#]hat kind of place can this be? O[Bb]h! People like hermit crabs run into doorways [Gm] F[Dm]earing to say, "[Bb]Do you feel as dow[A7]ntrodden as me?" T[Dm]ing- [A]-ling ting- [A]-ling T[A7]he devil, he leans on your bell T[Bb]he future looks b[Gm7]lack as be[A7]fore ( [A7]) And the sun never shines, T[Dm]he sun never shines on the poor! The rich man he dreams of his gold and his plate And his house and his car and his women The poor man he dreams of his one room estate And his pay packet short by one shilling The last penny falls through a hole in your jeans Now ain't that the way when you're down? Just walking in circles for the rest of your life And feeling so low that your chin scrapes along on the ground. Now some of the people are poor in the purse They don't have the cash at the ready And some of the people they're crippled and lame They can never stand up true and steady And some of the people are poor in the head Like the simpleton fools that you see But most of the people are poor in the heart That's the worst kind of poor, That's the worst kind of poor you can be! Hope it helps! Any improvements welcome.