CAPO: 3

Am7…………………..(x02213)

| Am7 | x8

She likes a man with a broken nose
Lucky for me, I suppose
Shots coming in like the monthly bills
Soon they’ll be saying I’m over the hill

Well the bell goes clang and you’re on your own
You take your medicine and go home
You take it like a man, on the chin
And you don’t make a fuss when the towel comes in

Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face'

Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home

| Am7 | x8

He had the punch lines, I was the joke
Every shot felt like something broke
It was all much more than a man should stand
And I finally went down to a big right hand

Now let me go home, got to lay in ice
And I don’t want to hear no more advice
Just give me my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face'

Those broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home

Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home
Broken bones, you pick ‘em up and carry ‘em
Broken bones, you carry ‘em home

| Am7 | x49 🙂

CAPO: No

C5………….(x355xx)
F/C…………(x33211)
Bb6…………(x13333)

Note: first part of the intro played in free time.

| C5 |

| F/C | C | Bb/C | C |
| Bb/C | C | F/C | % |

| Am | C/G | F C | % |
| C | Bb/C | C | % |

A room on the t[F/C]op floor
And the chest all but knackered
Two fingers not wo-rking
And the back’s shot to[F/C] hell
It’s a lifetime of digging trenches[C/G]
In the cold and wet weather
And for laying half the roadway
In England as well

You’d finish in th[F/C]e one place
It was straight to the next one
And you never could settle
And you were always alone
Just a drifter in limbo[C/G]
I was best off away, son
Just one of the thousands
Who could never go home

That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man

Well, the boat and the train ride
In a misty November
We had the worst of the lodgings
And we hated the subs
Ma’s face on the leaving[C/G]
I will always remember
And we wouldn’t get paid
Until they had closed up their pubs

| F C | C | Bb C | C |
| Bb C | C | F | F |
| Am | C/G | F C | C |
| C Bb | C | % |

And I could stand up on h[F/C]orseback
Was the man for the si-nging
Put my hand up for bo–xing
At the fairground on the heath
I could play my accordion[C/G]
And charm all of the wo-men
And dance round the taproom
With a chair in my teeth

That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
That’s your mighty man, son
Your mighty man

| Bb C | Bb6 Gm |
| C |

CAPO: No

C/G……………………..[332010]
Dm/A…………………….[x00231]
FMaj7……………………[133210]

F#m7b5…………………..
Bm7b5……………………
Am7add11…………………[x05533]

| C | E7 | Am | % |
| Am | % |

My Saturday [(Am)]job pays s[C/G]ix and six down[Dm/A]
A copy boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two s[C/G]ilver half crowns[Dm/A]
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney?s in town[Dm/A]
Boy, do we get around

Basil sits t[(Am)]here on the t[C/G]able for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
Ancient blue sweater, too [C/G]old for the job
Bored out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs

I?m a jack and a l[C/G]ad
And I?m up for the world
And I?ve kissed a Gateshead girl

He [(Am)]calls for a copy boy, gr[C/G]umpy as hell
Poets have to eat as well
What he wouldn?t give just to walk out today
To have time to think about time
And young love thrown away

I?m a jack and a lad
And I?m up for the world
And I?ve kissed a Gateshead girl

Starlings swarming a cloud
Over Grainger Street
Over the black church
Over the Bl[C/E]ack Gate
And the shadowy [(Am)]Keep

| Am | F#m7b5 | Bm7b5 | E7 |
| F | % | C | E7 |
| Am |

He peers through his [(Am)]wire rims
At the f[C/G]ish and chip words
He?s supposed to dish up and forget
His drudgery now has become slightly blurred
By one of his Players untipped cigarettes

Bury all joy
Put the poems in sacks
And bury me here with the hacks

| Am | (Am7add11) | % | % |

In the summer the [(Am)]fair
Will stretch [C/G]over the Moor
L[Dm/A]overs will lie and make out in the park
Basil puts on his old d[C/G]uffel and scarf
And goes out into the dark

| C | FMaj7 | C | FMaj7 |
| C | F | % |

| F |