Put a Penny in the Slot Fionn Regan
PUT A PENNY IN THE SLOT BY FIONN REGAN
I love this song, and couldn’t find any chords for it, so thought I would give it
a go.. this is my first song transposing.. so I hope its okay, if you think
something is wrong and I should change it, please tell me XD
CAPO 1ST FRET (:
I ap[C]ologise,
[F]seem to have [C]arrived,
On what [Am]items in my[E] bag from your [Am]house.
There's [C]cutlery,
a table[F]cloth, some Henn[C]essy,
And a [Am]book on Presi[E]dents de[Am]ceased.
I'll have them f[C]ed-exed to you,
It was a [F]strange thing to d[C]o,
I [Am]hope we can [E]still be f[Am]riends.
Ah, it w[C]as not me,
but someone [F]else, you [C]see,
[Am]Twisting the [E]steering r[Am]eins.
Put a pen[C]ny in the slot and m[Am]ake an
[E]artificial li-ii-[F]iight shin[C]e,
[F]Leave go-[C]ooo. Mark [F]old and [C]line.
I don't [C]give advise,
But be[F] wise and think [C]twice,
Before[Am] getting invo[E]lved in a [Am]game.
Where the mino[C]rity
Face the maj[F]orit[C]y
Who are fa[Am]celess and [E]born without n[Am]ames.
Was it k[C]nock synch when
we came [F]across three m[C]en,
They had[Am] church candles [E]wrapped in news[Am]paper.
I bought t[C]wo from them,
And I'll [F]lit one for [C]you,
I hope the [Am]message made it's [E]way down the[Am] wire.
[C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and make an
[E]artificial li-[F]ii-iight s[C]hine,
[F]Leave go-[C]ooo. Mark o[F]ld and [C]line.
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The[C] soul of a dog,
he's al[F]ive and not [C]gone
To the [Am]farm like the [E]others [Am]said.
A Rhod[C]esian richback,
Off the [F]beaten [C]track,
In a fur[Am]niture [E]shop down on the [Am]quays.
For the [C]lonliness you foster,
I sug[F]gest Paul [C]Oster,
A b[Am]ook called [E]Timbuk[Am]tu.
[C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and watch the
[E]Drunken [F]sailor boy d[C]ance.
She [F]will not [C]let you[Am] be
Her l[C]ov-[G]ver.
She g[F]oes out lo[C]oking [Am]for
The [C]tax[G]i.
Her [F]phone is [C]ringing str[Am]aight to
Mess[C]age-mi[G]nder.
Send[F] out a bat[C]tali[Am]on to
F[C]ind [G]her.
[C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and count the
[E]Swans through a [F]te-eles[C]cope.
I c[Am]an't help from [C]cryin'
I w[F]ish you were [C]mine.
When I[C] was seventeen,
I [F]followed my [C]dream,
Up [Am]into a h[E]igh-rise [Am]block.
The adve[C]ntures of Augie March,
By [F]Saul Bel-[C]low,
Was a[Am]ll I had for [E]compa[Am]ny.
At [C]night time I'd lie
In [F]Beckingham [C]pike,
With [Am]tears like [E]flash[Am]bulbs.
And re[C]call my treasure-
[F]Searching [C]days,
In the [Am]rock pools [E]as a [Am]kid.
To the r[C]emains of
The [F]cherub [C]plains,
Or a[Am]round the bonf[E]ire in Nailors’ c[Am]ove.
Good [C]company and grief
Sit li[F]ke a dock [C]leaf,
Sits [Am]beside a s[E]tinging [Am]nett-le.
[C]Put a penny in the s[Am]lot and make an
[E]artificial li-ii-[F]iight [C]shine,
[F]Leave go-[C]ooo. My [F]golden [C]arm
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