G/d

G/c

G

Em9

C/e

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G

C/g

G

C/g

G

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D6/f#

G

C/g

G

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G/d

/c

G

Em9

C/e

G

Hey Francesca, you gave me no warning

G/d

/c

G

Em9

C/e

G

Hey Francesca, tip-toes in the morning

C/g

G

Thanks for leaving the sunshine

C/g

G

Thanks for leaving me

C/g

G

Thanks for being all of mine

D6/f#

G

Thanks for being free

G/d

/c

G

Em9

C/e

G

Hey Francesca.........

Am

Dm

Am

Last night I wasn't sleeping, I knew it was my last

Am

Dm

Am

I'd just been lying thinking, reliving all my past

Am

Dm

Am

My family and friends have left, my children are all lost

F

E

And now I'm standing in the death cell as the times of sands fall fast My poor heart it is thumping, my head is filled to flood To feel the rope around my neck and know it's there for good I know that I am innocent, but no one's understood And now I'm standing on the gallows to be murdered in cold blood

Am

G

F

E

We are creatures of darkness

Am

G

F

E

Killers of time

Am

G

F

E

Creatures of darkness

Am

G

F

E

Bodies in lime Oh hangman, oh hangman, how sleepless is your bed? I can't believe my own ears, my heart is full of lead That you'd apply and get the job of pulling off my head And leave me kicking in the darkness, covering the walls with blood Oh hangman, oh hangman, you're working in the shade Oh creatures of the jungle, whose message is displayed In graphic tones of blood revenge all down the civil blade And you're the creepy little monkey who murders to be paid In about six minutes time I'll be thrown into the lime By the screws who dug my grave and never felt ashamed Who threw me in still breathing and covered me in slime And put me on a map in the governor's office: a number with no name We are creatures of darkness... And true as I stand here, I'd wished to be untied The repose lies clean at your throat that my death might somehow be justified There's no unconsecrated ground in my heart or in my mind I lived and died in a world full of snakes, and I'm buried in a vicious lie We are creatures of darkness...

C

E

Am*

C

E

Am*

Far across the ocean, in the land of look and see

C

E

Am

D

Dsus4

G

There once was a time, a time for you and me Where the winds blow sweetly and the easy seas flow still And where the barefoot dream of life can laugh and cry its fill Where slot machine confusions and the plastic universe Are objects of amusement in the fiction of their curse And where the crazy white man and his teargas happiness Lies dead and long since buried by his own fantastic mess

C

E

Am*

C

E

Am*

And I hate the white man, with his plastic excuse

C

E

Am

F

E

Am

Em

I hate the white man and the man, who turned him loose And the reins of coloured thunder of the stallion of the dawn Ride the coalfire morning on the beach where all is born Where the emperor of meaning is burning up his forts And sits to warm his toes around a fire made up of useless thoughts And when the children tempt him with the riddles of their trance He flings the flames of solstice casting laughs into their dance And while a crazy white man in the desert of his bones Lies as bleached as the paradise he likes to think he owns And I hate the white man in his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned him loose... And far across the reaches of the drifting yellow sands The living carpet wilderness forever joins its hands With heaven hell's attainment in a surging crest of fire Where more than all is thrown upon the ever lasting pyre And through the countless canticles of Jason's charcoal fleece Are sung the songs of nothing in the timeless masterpiece And there stood in the middle, guess who? It's the everlasting burst Built by God's very own white man as he tries to rule the dust And I hate the white man in his doctrinaire abuse Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned you all loose... And the bowels of his city have been locked into a safe Where the spew stains on the sidewalks are defenders of his faith While back inside his kitchen the bowler hatted, long-haired saint Cleans with soap and water but it's really just white paint While his golden headed scandal sheets present their daily bite To give their righteous news-bleeders drugs to keep them white While outside in the whitewash where the guns are always, always right A shooting star has summoned its dark angel from his night And I hate the white man and his evergreen excuse Oh I hate the white man and the man who turned you all loose And the man who turned him loose...

G

F/a

G

F/a

She's the one, she's the one

D

She's the one, she's so gone

D

A

G

D

She's the one who throws the skins at you and says let's all turn on

D

She's the one, she's so gone

D

A

G

D

She's the one who throws her pants at you and says OK, you're on She's the one, she's the one She's the one, she's so gone She's the one who takes the stomach, makes the tea and cleans the john She's the one, she's so gone She's the one who hands the blankets round and comforts everyone She's the one, she's the one She's the one, she's so gone She's the one who buys the comics, drops the kids and knows the con She's the one, she's so gone She's the one who you don't miss until you find she's really gone She's the one, she's the one

D

G

A

D

G

A

D

You say that it's got you beat and you don't know which way to turn

D

G

A

D

G

A

D

You say that she's oh so sweet but there's nothing left for you to learn

Bm

A

You say it's not your fault, you've seen through all the doors

D

A

G

D

Oh, but how can any man talk like you

D

A

G

With a wonderful wife like yours? You say that it's all washed up and as dead as it could ever get You say that you filled your cup and you light another cigarette You say that it's OK for me, that I don't see her claws Oh, but how can any man talk like you With a wonderful wife like yours?

D

G

D

You tell me that I can't see your problem

G

A

But I don't have to live with you to know

D

A

G

D

That she's a very beautiful young woman

G

A

G

D

And you're a fool if you can let her go You sit down and heave a sigh and say that you'd welcome death You step out into the sky and mutter underneath your breath You thump tables, spit and curse, but I can't see the cause Oh, but how can any man act like you With a wonderful wife like yours? You say that you've packed your bag, it must be very heavy load You light yet another fag, you say it's a long hard road You say the wind is blowing you to other distant shores Oh, but how could any man talk like you With a wonderful wife like yours? You tell me that I can't see your problem But I don't have to live with you to know That she's a very beautiful young woman And you're a fool if you can let her go

G

F/a

G

F/a

She's the one, she's the one

E

I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day

D

A

D

A

D

A

B

Counting all my blessings as I'm counting all the money I've accumulated on my way

E

E7

I don't want your plastic Gods, tin-pot religions and silly ideas, all I want is your money

D

A

D

A

B

I listen to you but I know you have nothing to say

E

I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day

E

I'm an emancipated firework exploding on your busy street

D

A

D

A

D

A

B

Strumming my guitar as you pass in your car, always trying to knock me clean off my feet

E

E7

I don't care if you own the whole world, the stars in the sky, or a heavenly body

D

A

D

A

B

You're wasting your time if it's only that that you're trying to convey

E

'Cause I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day

E

I'm an emaciated hipster drinking dreams and eating consciousness

D

A

D

A

D

A

B

Standing in the gutter in the middle of a splutter, hiding horrors underneath my largesse

E

E7

I'd be hoarse for a million years, trying to rescue my brain from the flood of my mind

D

A

D

A

B

And all that I need, seems to me, to be needless to say

E

'Cause I'm just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day

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C

Fmaj7

When the day is done, and the ball has spun

C

Dm

In the umpire's pocket away

C

Fmaj7

And all remains, in the groundsman's pains

C

Dm

For the rest of time and a day

C

Em

There'll be one mad dog and his master

C

Dm

Pushing for four with the spin

C

Fmaj7

On a dusty pitch, with two pounds six

C

G

Of willow wood in the sun

C

Fmaj7

When an old cricketer leaves the crease

C

Dm

You never know whether he's gone

C

Fmaj7

If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse

C

G

Of a twelfth man at silly mid on

C

Fmaj7

And it could be Geoff, and it could be John

C

Dm

With a new ball sting in his tail

C

Fmaj7

And it could be me, and it could be thee

C

G

And it could be the sting in the ale

Fmaj7

Sting in the ale When an old cricketer leaves the crease... When the moment comes and the gathering stands And the clock turns back to reflect On the years of grace as those footsteps trace For the last time out of the act Well this way of life's recollection The hallowed strip in the haze The fabled men and the noonday sun Are much more than just yarns of their days When an old cricketer leaves the crease...