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It's

six a.

m. and

even Big

Ben

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Is	trying to get his	head down for a	ki	p

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But no	sooner is it	down

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And then it's	on with dressing	gown

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For this	city very	rarely loses	gri	p

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But	I have a	friend who's	never up by	ten

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He's	fast as	leep with	mouth open	wide

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He's	lost a lot of	jobs, but he's	won a lot of	friends

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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"

Lyrics (C) 1989 Go! Discs Music Ltd., used without permission.

Please send any corrections to Dylan Salisbury

from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany

e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com

lyrics and chords of: From Under The Covers by The Beautiful South

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!

date: 95/10/15

	Am	F	C	G
	It's 6.0	0 a.m.	and even Bi	g Ben

	Am	F	C	G
Is tr	ying to get his h	ead down for a	ki	p

	Am	F
But no so	oner is it do	wn

	C	G
And then it's	on with dressing g	own

	Am	F	C	G
For this c	ity very rar	ely loses	gri	p

	C	G	F	G
But	I have a fr	iend who's ne	ver up by 10	.00

	C	G	F	G
He's	fast as	leep with mo	uth open w	ide

	C	G	F	G
He's l	ost a lot of j	obs, but he's w	on a lot of fri	ends

	C	G	F	G
And he	says to	me, he ca	nnot tell the t	ime

	Am	F	C	G
It'	s 7.00 a	.m. and we're cog	hing up the ph	legm

	Am	F	C	G
Sp	itting out the ta	ste of night	befor	e

	Am	F
And we'll v	omit and we'll ch	oke

	C	G
Just to cl	imb their tatty r	ope

	Am	F	C	G
Well this c	ity has it's ch	arm, and is't	cla	w

	C	G	F	G
And he	'll blame his cl	ock or he'll s	ay he's lost his so	cks

	C	G	F	G
And they'll	tell you t	hat he's been bi	tten by a sn	ake

	C	G	F	G
His exc	uses are an a	rt from the bo	ttom of his he	art

	C	G	F	G
And he	thinks of t	hem whe	never he aw	akes

	Am	F	C	G
It'	s 8.00 a	.m. and we're	on the road ag	ain

	Am	F	C	G
Ra	cing for a pla	cing at the	to	p

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And it say	s green for	go

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For the pe	ople in the k	now

	Am	F	C	G
But for the ot	hers all it sa	ys red for	sto	p

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It's	cold and it's da	mp and they've d	ug him a gr	ave

	C	G	F	G
And the	10.1	5 mer	chants still in b	ed

	C	G	F	G
And scr	awled upon the hea	dboard for the wh	ole wide world to s	ee is

	C	G	F	G
"D	ied	In The A	rms Of Big T	ed"

Original played in F-Major!

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