From Under the Covers The Beautiful South
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 11:01:50 -0700
From: misterme@netcom.com (Sir Not Appearing in this Film)
Subject: Beautiful South - 'From Under The Covers'
>From Under The Covers
by Paul Heaton and David Rotheray
Intro:
[Dm] [Am] [Bb] [F] [C] [Dm] [C] [F]
[Dm] [Am] [Bb] [F] [C] [Dm] [C] [F]
It's [Dm]six a.[Bb]m. and [F]even Big [C]Ben
Is [Dm]trying to get his [Bb]head down for a [F]ki[C]p
But no [Dm]sooner is it [Bb]down
And then it's [F]on with dressing [C]gown
For this [Dm]city very [Bb]rarely loses [F]gri[C]p
But [F]I have a [C]friend who's [Bb]never up by [C]ten
He's [F]fast as[C]leep with [Bb]mouth open [C]wide
He's [F]lost a lot of [C]jobs, but he's [Bb]won a lot of [C]friends
And he [F]says to [C]me, he [Bb]cannot tell the [C]time
It's seven a.m. and we're coughing up the phlegm
Spitting out the taste of night before
And we'll vomit and we'll choke
Just to climb their tatty rope
Well this city has its charm and its claw
And he'll blame his clock
Or he'll say he's lost his socks
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake
His excuses are an art
>From the bottom of his heart
And he thinks of them whenever he awakes
It's eight a.m. we're on the road again
Racing for a placing at the top
And it says green for go
For the people in the know
But for the others all it says is red for stop
It's cold and it's damp
And they've dug him a grave
And the ten fifteen merchant's still in bed
And scrawled upon the headboard
For the whole wide world to see is
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"
Lyrics (C) 1989 Go! Discs Music Ltd., used without permission.
Please send any corrections to Dylan Salisbury
from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
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lyrics and chords of: From Under The Covers by The Beautiful South
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15
[Am]It's 6.0[F]0 a.m. [C]and even Bi[G]g Ben
Is tr[Am]ying to get his h[F]ead down for a [C]ki[G]p
But no so[Am]oner is it do[F]wn
And then it's [C]on with dressing g[G]own
For this c[Am]ity very rar[F]ely loses [C]gri[G]p
But [C]I have a fr[G]iend who's ne[F]ver up by 10[G].00
He's[C] fast as[G]leep with mo[F]uth open w[G]ide
He's l[C]ost a lot of j[G]obs, but he's w[F]on a lot of fri[G]ends
And he[C] says to [G]me, he ca[F]nnot tell the t[G]ime
It'[Am]s 7.00 a[F].m. and we're cog[C]hing up the ph[G]legm
Sp[Am]itting out the ta[F]ste of night [C]befor[G]e
And we'll v[Am]omit and we'll ch[F]oke
Just to cl[C]imb their tatty r[G]ope
Well this c[Am]ity has it's ch[F]arm, and is't [C]cla[G]w
And he[C]'ll blame his cl[G]ock or he'll s[F]ay he's lost his so[G]cks
And they'll[C] tell you t[G]hat he's been bi[F]tten by a sn[G]ake
His exc[C]uses are an a[G]rt from the bo[F]ttom of his he[G]art
And he[C] thinks of t[G]hem whe[F]never he aw[G]akes
It'[Am]s 8.00 a[F].m. and we're [C]on the road ag[G]ain
Ra[Am]cing for a pla[F]cing at the [C]to[G]p
And it say[Am]s green for [F]go
For the pe[C]ople in the k[G]now
But for the ot[Am]hers all it sa[F]ys red for [C]sto[G]p
It's[C] cold and it's da[G]mp and they've d[F]ug him a gr[G]ave
And the[C] 10.1[G]5 mer[F]chants still in b[G]ed
And scr[C]awled upon the hea[G]dboard for the wh[F]ole wide world to s[G]ee is
"D[C]ied [G]In The A[F]rms Of Big T[G]ed"
Original played in F-Major!
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