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1 - True Love Will Never Fade
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No

C / F / Dm / G
C / F / Dm / G
 

                      C    F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C    F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C
True love will never fade


                          F
I wonder if there's no forever
                    C
No walking hand in hand
                     Dm   G
Down a yellow brick road
                    C
To never never land


                               F
These days I get to where I'm going
                       C
Make it there eventually
                      Dm        G
Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
                       F  G
To where I'm meant to be
                       C
To where I'm meant to be


                                  F
I don't know what brought you to me
                C
That was up to you
                         Dm    G
There's so many come to see me
                       C
Who want their own tattoo


                       F
I fixed a needle in a holder
                         C
Laid my hand upon your spine
                      Dm     G
And there upon your shoulder
                            C
I drew the picture as your sign


               Dm     G
When I think about us
                           C   Am
I see the picture that we made
                  F      G
The picture to remind us
                      F   G
True love will never fade
                      C   F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C
True love will never fade


C / F / F / C / C / Dm / G / C
                     

                          F
I worked the rowdies and daytrippers
                         C
Now and then I think of you
                          Dm      G
Any which way we're all shufflin'
                C
Forward in the queue


                         F
They like to move my operation
                             C
They like to get me off the pier
                       Dm    G
And I dream I'm on a steamer
                C
Pullin' out of here


               Dm     G
When I think about us
                         C    Am
I see a picture that we made
                  F      G
The picture to remind us
                      F    G
True love will never fade
                      C   F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C    F
True love will never fade
                      Dm   G
True love will never fade
                      C    F
True love will never fade


Dm / G / C / F / Dm / G 
C / F / Dm / G 
C / F / Dm / G



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2 - Scaffolder's Wife
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3


C7add11 [x33310]
 

Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
Am / D / Am
D / Am / D / Am
   

                  C7add11
The scaffolderís wife
                    C
driving out of the yard
                       F
with a face thatís as hard
                   C
as a scaffolderís bar -
                    G
when she goes into town
                        E
she might take the top down
        Am  D  Am
on the car
  

                   C7add11
The quick little steps
                 C
in the stiletto boots
                       F
and the hair with the roots
                   C
She comes in as a rule
                  G
to get the nails done
                     E
and the tan for the sun
                        Am  D  Am
when the kids are in school


                        F
Donít begrudge her the Merc
                       G
itís been nothing but work
       C  C/B Am
and a hard   life
 Am/G       F
Losing her looks
              G
over company books
                    F
- the scaffolderís wife


C / Dm / C / Gm
C / F / C / G
E / Am / D / Am


                   C7add11
In the wicked old days
                    C
when they went it alone
                  F
kept the company going
                  C
on a wing and a prayer
                         G
They donít pay what they owe
                          E
when they have the cash flow
              Am  D  Am
- they donít care


                        F
Donít begrudge her the Merc
                       G
itís been nothing but work
       C  C/B Am
and a hard   life
 Am/G       F
Losing her looks
              G
over company books
                    F   C  Dm  C
- the scaffolderís wife
                  F   C  Dm  C
the scaffolderís wife


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



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3 - The Fizzy and the Still
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3


Esus4 [022200]


E / Esus4 / Em / A
E / Esus4 / Em / A


 E               Esus4      Em
Sunday morning, here we are
                A
The boyís come home
               E
not quite the movie star

 E            Esus4    Em
Heís been in Hollywood
                A
The boyís come home
              E       
The boyís done good


 B          D                  A
He says she asked too high a price
                  E       
neglecting to declare
  B           D                 A    Am
what sits between them there on ice,
  Am                                    Am/F#
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
                     E
he tried but didnít make it there
              A   A   E
Itís not for me
              A
Itís not for me


E / Esus4 / Em / A / A
E / F#m / G / A / E


 B          D                  A
He says she asked too high a price
                  E       
neglecting to declare
  B           D                 A    Am
what sits between them there on ice,
  Am                                    Am/F#
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
                     E
he tried but didnít make it there
              A   A   E
Itís not for me
              A
Itís not for me


 E              Esus4       Em
Sunday papers, here we are
                A    A   E  Emsus4  Em
The boyís come home
                A 
The boyís come home


E / Esus4 / Em / A / A
E / F#m / G / A / A / E
E / F#m / G / A / A / E



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4 - Heart Full of Holes
Tuning: Standart
Capo 4


Aaug [x4322x]
G/C [x30003]


C / G/C / F / G
C / G/C / F / G


         C             F
You can tell me your troubles
      G           C
Iíll listen for free
    C         F          F    G
My regulars trust me, it seems
         C            F
You can come and see Uncle
    G               C
to get through the week
            F                    G
leave your pledges with me to redeem


      C               F
Some folk sell their bodies
     G          C
for ten bob a go
      C         F            F  G 
Politicians go pawning their souls
       C       F
Which doesnít make me
         G               C
look too bad, donít you know
 F                         G
me, with my heart full of holes


        Dm         Aaug
All my yesterdays broken
   F/C           Aaug   Dm
a watch with no face
     F/C         Dm/B
all battered and old
 Dm          Aaug
Bits of the movement
 F/C         Dm/B     A#
all over the place
                     G
and a heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F     G
a heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
a heart full of holes
                 F     G
a heart full of holes


       C            F
Brass knuckles and banjos
     G          C
are out on the town
         C 
at the knees-up
    F          F   G
in Teddy Boysí Row
     C              F
The gold block and tackle
           G           C
tells the time upside down
 F                             G
Rock ní roll - well, I donít know


 Dm            Aaug
Dead peopleís wedding gifts
 F/C          Aaug
walk out the door
    Dm       F/C           Dm/B
A clarinet squeals to be free
  Dm        Aaug
Accordions hop
           F/C            Dm/B
from the shelves to the floor -
        A#                     G
start playing their polkas to me



Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G


           C          F
Thereís a ringing of bells
   G            C
a dunderheadís curse
 C           F          F   G
Fingers are pointing at you
         C            F
And you take work in hell
         G            C
and be glad itís not worse
     F                          G
and you get to the back of the queue


 Dm            Aaug
Handcuffs and hunting knives
  F/C         Aaug
clang on the bars
 Dm           F/C          Dm/B
Air pistols shoot out the lights
        Dm            Aaug
Iíve a whole Wailing Wall
     F/C        Dm/B
of electric guitars
        A#                 G
could shatter the windows

down Brick Lane tonight


   C         F
If one of us dies, love
    G           C
I think Iíll retire
        C             F      F     G
see my boys and my beautiful girls
   C         F
A Garden of Eden
    G               C
no gates or barbed wire
      F                          G
who knows, maybe gates made of pearls
      C            F
Well, if we go to heaven
     G           C
and some say we donít
    C             F        F   G
but if thereís a reckoning day
  C               F
please God, Iíll see you
     G       C
and maybe I wonít
        F                       G
Iíve a bag packed to go either way


C / G/C / F / G
C / G/C / F / G


 C               F
Redeeming your pledge, dear
      G           C
Iíll keep it for you
      C            F      F    G
Itís not going to go anywhere
          C          F
But your soul, your soul
         G          C
that is not what I do
         F                   G
Thereís not a lot I can do there


     Dm        Aaug       F/C   
I remember the officerís watch
       Aaug
in my hand:
    Dm         F/C        Dm/B
'Repair it or die' I was told
        Dm        Aaug
Itís a wonder to me -
         F/C         Dm/B
I still donít understand
      A#                  G
why I ever survived to be old
                      C    G/C
with a heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes
                 C     G/C
A heart full of holes
                 F    G
A heart full of holes


Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G
Dm / F / G / Dm / G / F / G



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5 - We Can Get Wild
Tuning: Standart
Capo 2


Am


      Am              C            F
We're old enough for leaving home,
                                     Am
The old joanna and the old trombone,
          C        F
It's all going on,
                                C
I'm growing my sideboards long,
     Am            F
Hey you and me can 
                     C
be who we want to be.


          Am          F
Listen now right here,
                      C          
It's going to be a beautiful year.


Am


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

          Am          F
Listen now right here
                     C
It's going to be a beautiful year


Am     F


 F               C    F
Hey look at you baby,
                            C    F
Tell your daddy you're no child
             C    A#
Look at you baby
            Am
We can get wild.


Am


Oh yeah


Am


         C          F
We'll be on our own
                             
Billy Fury on the gramophone
 Am                    C             F
Take you to the pictures and a dance
                      C
In my drainpipe pants
                         Am      F
Check the mirror and the old DA
                            C
And "You can play in a day"


          Am           F
Listen now right here
                      C
It's going to be a beautiful year


Am       F


    F            C    F
Hey look at you baby 
                            C    F
Tell your daddy you're no child
                 C    A#
Hey look at you baby
            Am
We can get wild


Am       F


    F            C    F
Hey look at you baby
                            C    F
Tell your daddy you're no child
                 C    A#
Hey look at you baby
            Am
We can get wild
            Am
We can get wild
     Am
Get wild
     Am
Get wild

Am



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6 - Secondary Waltz
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3


A / A / D / A
A / E / A


       A                       D  A
The school Christmas party is coming
                      D
Ain't doing rugby no more
            E           A   F#m
McIntyre's teaching us waltzing
 A             D       A   D
Out on the gymnasium floor
 A             D       A  
Out on the gymnasium floor


                      D  A
McIntyre's out of the army
                                D
You'll be slippered if you get it wrong
            E         A           F#m
McIntyre's din booms loud in the gym
 A                      D            A   D
But we've only got our little shorts on
 A                      D            A
But we've only got our little shorts on.


         D                            A
And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace
                    D
McIntyre's tore us apart 
                                        A             D
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space
 A             D           A   D            
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
 A             D           A
Waltzing with fear in our hearts.


A / A / D / A
A / E / A

           A                   D   A
Comes the day of the final manoeuvres,
                         D
all of our heads are a whirl
                    E       A   F#m
It's getting much closer to D day
  A                    D         A     D
This time we're goina do it with girls
  A                    D         A
This time we're goina do it with girls.


         A                   D   A
In the arena the ladies are waiting
                              D
A twelve year old partner to guide
                   E          A            F#m
Some matches were fixed, the rest of us we mixed
       A            D           A    D
And a fat girl got left on the side
   A            D           A  
A fat girl got left on the side.

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         D                            A
And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace
                   D
McIntyre tore us apart
                                             A        D
And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space
 A             D           A     D
Waltzing with fear in our hearts
 A             D           A
Waltzing with fear in our hearts.


A / A / D / A
A / E / A


          D                          A
When you come to my fights, and I am under the lights
                                 D
And you see that my footwork is false
                          A           D
Don't count me out, the start of the bout
          A          D        A     D
I'm just doing the secondary waltz
 A         D         A
Doing the secondary waltz.


A / A / D / A
A / E / A



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7 - Punish The Monkey
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No


Dm


         Dm                           
Theyíre driving long nails into coffins
                                  
Youíve been having sleepless nights
                                   
Youíve gone as quiet as a church mouse
     
and checking on your rights
                                  A#
The boss has hung you out to dry 
                   A
And it looks as though
                     Dm   A#  Am  Bm
theyíll punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go


Dm    


 A#          A            Dm      A#
Youíve been talking to a lawyer
                        Dm    A#
Are you going to to pretend
     A                Dm    A#
that you and your employer
               A               A#
are still the best of friends?
     A               Dm            A#
Somebodyís going to take the fall
                       A
Thereís your quid pro quo
                    Dm    A#   Gm  C
Theyíll punish the monkey
             Dm    A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
              Dm   A#   Am  Gm
punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go



 F            A#    F   
Here comes a policeman
          A#      F
He wonít be sidetracked
                      A#     C
Heís asking about a smoking gun
     Dm A#      A    A
Heís after the facts


A# / A / Dm / A# / Dm / A#
A / Dm / A# / A / A# / A
Dm / A# / A / Dm / A# / Am / Gm


Dm


 A#     A               Dm         A#
Itís a quiet life from here on in
                        Dm     A#
Youíve dropped your poison cup
     A            Dm      A#
The telephone is ringing
            A             A#
But youíre not picking up
        A             Dm     A#
Timeís up, Sir Lord Flunkey
                A
And everybody knows
             Dm    A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
           Dm     A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
              Dm   A#  Am  Gm
punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go

             Dm    A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
           Dm     A#  Gm  C
punish the monkey
              Dm   A#  Am  Gm
punish the monkey
                           Dm
and let the organ grinder go

            Dm
punish the monkey
            Dm
punish the monkey
            Dm
punish the monkey
            Dm
punish the monkey


Dm



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8 - Let It All Go
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No


D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D


           D            C
When itís pop goes the weasel
 G            D
let go of the easel
     D
You donít want
      C       G       D
this rickety rackety life


      D            C
Itís seat of the trousers
          G        D
Itís all sink or swim, son
                 C
Iíd kill to get crimson
     G           D
on this palette knife


          Em         
And Iíd steal in a minute
    C
Iím up to here in it
 Em           
You here behaving
     Bm          C     Bm
as though Iím a saint
       D          C
Get a job with a pension
 G          D
Donít ever mention
                 C
you once had a craving
          G          D
for the brushes and paint


    D      C                  Em
So go, forget it, let it all go
            D   G
let it all go 
        D                  C  C  D
Go, forget it, let it all go
        C                  Em   
Go, forget it, let it all go
            D   G
let it all go
        D                  C            
Go, forget it, let it all go
            Bm
Let it all go


D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D


   D           C
A hack writer judges
     G             D
my swipes and my smudges
     D           C
he doesnít like pictures
       G            D
with blotches and blots


      D           C
The drawing room tea set
       G       D
wants horses, sunsets
       C
sweet nothings -
     G            D
the seaside with yachts


           Em      
Hereís the end of the thirties
 C
no time for arties
 Em
over in Poland
   Bm           C   Bm
a right old to-do
    D           C
So go join the navy
    G                D
the air force or the army
                  C
Theyíll all be enrolling
       G            D
young fellows like you


    D      C                  Em
So go, forget it, let it all go
            D   G
let it all go 
        D                  C  C   D
Go, forget it, let it all go
        C                  Em   
Go, forget it, let it all go
            D   G
let it all go
        D                  C            
Go, forget it, let it all go
            Bm
Let it all go


D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D


           D        C      G
These are not my decisions
         D
flaming visions
            C
ringing expressions

      G         D
the clamouring voice


         D       C
Itís volcanic desire
       G          D
the unquenchable fire
             C     
It isnít a question
    G           D
of having the choice


    Em 
Anyway, now Iím old
   C
but if you wonít be told
    Em
if youíve been created
   Bm          C    Bm
to answer the call
     D           C
all passion and lust
            G           D
is going to end in the dust
            D
but youíll hang on some
 C          G       D
government gallery wall


          D      C                  Em
You must go, forget it, let it all go
            D   G
let it all go 
        D                  C  C   D
Go, forget it, let it all go
        C                  Em   
Go, forget it, let it all go
            D   G
let it all go
        D                  C            
Go, forget it, let it all go
            Bm
Let it all go


D / C / G / D
D / C / G / D


D



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9 - Behind With The Rent
Tuning: Standart
Capo: No


Am / G  F /
C / G  F /
F  G  C  F /
Dm Am  F  G /

Am


      Am            
This didnít used to be me, old boy

This isnít what Iíd want

pulling old night fighters

in a restaurant
          Am
Thereís smoke and flames behind me

where the self-respect all went
         C       Am     F
and Iím behind, behind
          Am
with the rent


            Am
Iíve been stitched up like a kipper, old son

but I wonít be again

Hell hath no fury

Oh, Iím like a lot of men
          Am
Now Iím stalking this old Doris

with lascivious intent
         C       Am    F
and Iím behind, behind
          Am
with the rent


 Am            G        F    C
Just a little duck and dive
               G         F
and a bit of wheel and deal
  F       G       C    F
Sheíll remind me Iím alive
  Dm      Am     F        G
Sheíll remind me I still feel
 Am             G      F    C
Just a little shelling out
              G         F
for a bit of you-know-what
F        G     C     F
I know this is all about
 Dm         Am    F     G
something that I never got


Am

C / Am / F / Am


            Am 
Well this crumpetís past itís sell-by-date

but they all would qualify

Theyíre going to be lonely

and be happy to comply

She knows that Iím a chancer

coming on like a gent
           C       Am   F
but Iím behind, behind
          Am
with the rent
            C       Am   F
Yes, Iím behind, behind
          Am
with the rent


Am


C / Am / F / Am
C / Am / F / Am

Am



___________________________________________________________________________
10 - The Fish and the Bird
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3


Em / A / G D / A / A
Em / G D / A


 A              Em
When I gave my heart
             A
to a tinker boy
           G D                A
he said a fish could love a swallow
            A                     Em
And I will go with my travelling man
          G  D           A     
Wherever he goes I will follow


         Em
He will mend
               A
your pots and pans 
               G D                   A
Your kitchen knives heíll take and sharpen
              A                       Em
Then Iíll be gone with my travelling man
           G    D            A
and never more your doorway darken


G D / Dm C / Cm G / A

G D / Dm C / Cm G / Bm 

A


                  Em
The fish and the bird
             A
who fall in love
               G D             A
will find no place to build a home in
                  A                Em
The fish and the bird who fall in love
             G D            A
are bound forever to go roaming
         G D            A
bound forever to go roaming


G D / Dm C / Cm G / A

G D / Dm C / Cm G / Bm

A



___________________________________________________________________________
11 - Madame's Geneva
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 2


Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am


       Am       G              Am
Iím a maker of ballads right pretty
    Am              G             Am
I write them right here in the street
         C       G             F
You can buy them all over the city
 F           E        Am
yours for a penny a sheet


       Am         G            Am
Iím a word pecker out of the printers
 Am         G          Am
Out of the Damsel Gin lane
       C          G         F
Iíll write up a scene on a counter
      F            E           Am    G
- confessions and sins in the main, boys
     F           G           Am
confessions and sins in the main



             C          F       G  C 
Then youíll find me in Madame Genevaís
 F           C         G
keeping the demons at bay
         G7           C        Am          Dm
Thereís nothing like gin for drowning them in
            G          E                   Am
but theyíll always be back on a hanging day


Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am


           Am       G        Am
They come rattling over the cobbles
      Am           G           Am
they sit on their coffins of black
 C               G          F      
Some are struck dumb, some gabble
     F         E        Am
top-heavy on brandy or sec

     Am           G            Am
The pews are all full of fine fellows
         Am         G           Am
and the hawker has set up her shop
            C           G           F
As theyíre turning them off at the gallows
           F       E                Am   G
sheíll be selling right under the drop, boys
 F            G           Am
selling right under the drop


             C          F       G  C 
Then youíll find me in Madame Genevaís
 F           C         G
keeping the demons at bay
         G7           C        Am          Dm
Thereís nothing like gin for drowning them in
            G          E                   Am
but theyíll always be back on a hanging day


Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am / F / Dm / G
Am
E



___________________________________________________________________________
12 - In The Sky
Tuning: Standart
Capo: 3


Dsus2 [x00230]
G7M [3x0002]


D / G / D / G / A
D / G / D / G / A


 D                     G  D                G   A   D
Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
 D                G  D  G               D    Dsus2   D
Youíve been away roaming far away from here
 D            G  D                G     A   D
weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
 D            G  D G                      A    D
crossed every ocean in the boat that you made


 D                 G  D               G    A  D
Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks
 D               G  D  G         D    A   D
No crotchets or quavers in your books
 D                G   D                  G   A  D
Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein
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like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky
         D  G7M
in the sky


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 D                 G  D                        G    A   D
Running in on the tide with the first of the stars
     D           G D G                  D      Dsus2   D
the moon on the water and the sound of guitars 
  D             G    D              G    A   D
Glide into the homing as the night falls
    D             G D G                    A    D
to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall


 D                     G    D              G    A   D
And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post
  D                G D G                        D    Dsus2  D
who stands at the fire   where a poetís dreams roast
 D                  G   D                   G    A   D
He canít know the story, he canít feel the pain
    D            G D G                        A            D   G7M
and all of the glory   falls around him like rain in the sky
         D  G7M
in the sky


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 D                     G  D              G    A   D
Youíre a light in the dark, a beacon of hope
       D         G   D  G              D    Dsus   D
and strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope
         D        G  D                    G  A  D
And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay
         D             G    D  G              A           D   G7M
and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky
         D  G7M
in the sky


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