From Under The Covers

Beautiful South

 DmAmBbFCDmCF
 DmBbFC
It's six a.m. and even Big Ben
 DmBbFC
Is trying to get his head down for a kip
 DmBb
But no sooner is it down
 FC
And then it's on with dressing gown
 DmBbFC
For this city very rarely loses grip

 FCBbC
But I have a friend who's never up by ten
 FCBbC
He's fast asleep with mouth open wide
 FCBbC
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends
 FCBbC
And he says to me, he cannot tell the 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"

Am Bb C Dm F
variations - click chord images
Transpose chords:
Tuning:
Cool service:
View: Size:
A  A  A
Rating:
Layout:
  • Currently 2.9/5 Stars.
  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
 
Accuracy:
  • Currently 2.4/5 Stars.
  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
 
click stars to rate
Chordie recommends:
Learn to play guitar with video-based, online guitar lessons at JamPlay.com
Songbook:
Login to add this song to your songbook
Support the artist
Preview/buy this song
MSN Music
Why this non-profit ad?

 
login to add comments/video/corrections