A# G# D#
A# G# D#
A#
He met with the world as a Dalkeith boy,
Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
G#
In a well oiled cage,
D#
That locked away his dreams.
A#
An '85 veteran facefrom the gallery,
F ghost from the civil war in the family,
G#
He stood his ground on the picketline.
D#
'Til all that he was left with,
A#
Were his father's cough
And his mother's eyes.
That would hold a tear
For the very first time,
G# D#
When the government took his job away.
A#
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line.
Declare his name and mark his time.
G# D#
To some the only proof that they're alive.
CHORUS:
C#
He could have been you. _|
He could have been me. |
B | x 2
He could have been anybody |
(Bb) C# |
But he was born lucky. _|
C# B Gb
C#
He mad his first downpayment,
On a sharp Italian suit.
B Gb
He sewed razor blades into the lapels,
C#
See him sweating on the dancefloor.
Coal dust oozing out of every pore.
B
F hard man with a hard life,
Gb
And that's a story that he'll tell you,
C#
Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw.
On a Saturday, he knows the score,
B
Till the whistle blows and,
Gb
The tempers with their colours fade away.
{CHORUS}
A# G# D#
A#
On the helipads at Aberdeen
Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas,
G#
Where the trawlers are getting fewer
D#
Every year.
A#
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig,
By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates,
G# D#
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh,
A#
Where the poppies grow,
Behind the Hampden roar,
Behind the drums in Genoa.
G# D#
On the deck that rides a south Atlantic swell,
A#
Born to fight out of the tightest corner.
You can bet on him with the odds against you,
G#
They'll not put him down
D#
No matter how hard they try.
{CHORUS}
Repeat
C# B Gb
till end.
Christer Varan