Richard Thompson : Misc: Richard And Linda

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

Capo:

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D(#11) xx0234 E7 222434

Gm6/bb x1203x E9 222432

A7sus4 x02030 Em7/bb x12030

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D(#11)

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D

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Gm6/bb

A

G/b

D

Bm

D

I know the way that I feel about you

Bm

/a

I'm never gonna run away

G/d

D

G/b

I'm never gonna run away I never knew the way when I lived without you I'm never gonna run away I'm never gonna run away

A

G/d

D

I came to you when no one could hear me

G/d

D

Em

A

G

I'm sick and weary of being alone

F#m

G

D

Empty streets and hungry faces

G/d

D

G/b

A7sus4

D

The world's no place when you're on your own

D

A/c#

Bm

/a

A heart needs a home

E7

E9

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E7

E9

| Some people say that I should forget you I'm never gonna be a fool I'm never gonna be a fool A better life, they say, if I'd never met you I'm never gonna be a fool I'm never gonna be a fool Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers Indian-givers, hearts of stone Paper ships and painted faces The world's no place when you're on your own A heart needs a home

Em7/bb

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A7sus4

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G

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C

G

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C

Like the flowers, like the bees

D

Like the woodlands and the trees

G

I like the Byrds on their LP's

C

And I'm a refugee

G

C

D

I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow

F

G

C

I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky

G

C

D

I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow

F

G

C

I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky

C

I had a friend who had a friend in Jesus

G

C

He used to read the good book every day

C

But my friend got so friendly with friend Jesus

G

C

Friend Jesus took my only friend away I wanna be a mole in a hole...

C

Well, my feet are smelly and my hair's a mess

D

My teeth are yellow and I've got bad breath

G

I may look great, but I feel like death

C

And I'm a refugee I wanna be a mole in a hole...

C

My friend he was as wise as Mister Wise Owl

G

C

He could count from one to ten, from A to Z My friend, he was so wise, he got religion

G

C

That's why I'm alive today and he is dead I wanna be a mole in a hole...

G

G6

Bb

G

G6

Bb

G

E

A

I was walking down the street

G

When I met with Billy

E

He shook his head at me and then he shook my hand

A

He said, "I've seen the world

G

And I've done some living

G

I don't believe in giving

Bm

E

You've got to take it while you can"

C

F

"I'm an old man inside a young man

Em

D

You've got to take it while you can

C

F

I'm just an old man inside a young man

Em

D

A

E

Take a heart and break it while you can" He said, "I'm sick of whores Madames and misses The only kiss for me, is the kiss of a knife There's no one thing on earth That I'm not through with What can I do with The rest of my life?" "I'm an old man inside a young man You've got to take it while you can I'm just an old man inside a young man Take a heart and break it while you can"

D

G

F

G

F

E

Billy turned and he walked away He said, "I must be going There's just no knowing who follows me around They see my fancy clothes And they want to shoot me I'd rather be dead on my feet Than dead down in the ground" "I'm an old man inside a young man You've got to take it while you can I'm just an old man inside a young man Take a heart and break it while you can"

D

G

D

C

G/b

Am

Em7

D

Gold-haired poor boy, you took him for fun

G

A

D

He dressed for the tinkering trade

G

A

D

He dressed for the tinkering trade

G

C

D

G

Am

Em7

Now the poor boy is taken away

D

No use waiting like a ghost in a dream

G

A

D

The world has no comfort to bring

G

A

D

The world has no comfort to bring

G

C

D

He left you to get everything

D

G

D

C

G/b

Am

Em7

D

G

A

D

G

A

D

G

C

D

No use standing, waving adieu

G

A

D

The penny won't drop in your mind

G

A

D

The penny won't drop in your mind

G

C

D

G

Am

Em7

The old flame's left you behind

D

No use crying in a room full of memories

G

A

D

You never will find yesterday

G

A

D

You never will find yesterday

G

C

D

C

G/b

Am

Em7

D

And the poor boy is taken away

B7

Am

B7

Em

G

The urchins are writhing around in the mud

Ab

Like eels playing tag in a barrel

C

Dm

The old Sally Army sounds mournful and sweet

Em

F#m

B

As they play an old Christmasy carol The world is as dark as a black night in hell What kind of place can this be? Old people like hermit crabs run into doorways Fearing to say, "Do you feel as downtrodden as me?"

Em

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling

B7

The devil leans on your bell

Eb

Em

D

C

The future looks black as before

B

And the sun never shines

Am

B7

Em

The sun never shines on the poor

Instrumental chorus

The rich man he dreams of his gold and his plate And his house and his car and his women The poor man he dreams of his one room estate And his wage packet short by one shilling The last penny falls through a hole in your jeans Now ain't that the way when you're down? Just walking in circles for the rest of your life And feeling so low that your chin scrapes along on the ground Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling The devil he leans on your bell The future looks black as before And the sun never shines The sun never shines on the poor

Instrumental chorus

Now, some of the people are poor in the purse They don't have the cash at the ready And some of the people, they're crippled and lame They can never stand up true and steady And some of the people are poor in the head Like the simpleton fools that you see But most of the people are poor in the heart That's the worst kind of poor It's the worst kind of poor you can be Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling The devil he leans on your bell The future looks black as before And the sun never shines Oh, the sun never shines on the poor

Instrumental chorus

Richard Thompson : Misc: Richard And Linda

A Heart Needs A Home

Mole In A Hole

Old Man Inside A Young Man

The Poor Boy Is Taken Away

The Sun Never Shines On The Poor