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Intro D G A D
D
I'm on a B road heading for the sea
Em
To see if hands across the ocean
A D
Shake or wave
D
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
Em
I can see for miles
A
But all I do is watch the time
D
And the driver's hands
He harbours thoughts on personal grief
I said your hardship's
Only one of a fleet
That didn't go down well
CHORUS
D A
Listen son if you'd spent
Bm
Your life in the last lane
A Em D A
You would have an accent to grind
D A
Punch-drunk on patriotism
Bm
Blind-drunk on borderism
A D G A D
Maybe I should drive
D
And while you're castaway
The mice'll play
Em
They'll have a license
A
To dull those left back home
D
What about those poor souls?
CHORUS
Em D
And as I jumped to these conclusions
Em D
He thumped his feet on the brakes
A
But we still hit a songwriter
D G D G Em G D
Trudging through the rain
A
Scrambled out and watched him
Rest in pieces
Bm
Said a prayer and rifled
E
Through his pockets
But the side of his mouth
A
Still had something to say
D
At the toss of a coin
G
I end up head in the dirt
A
And tail in the air
D
Yet you can dance away
G Am
But be it friend of hard-up-man
=46ellow or kin
D
When the chips are down
G
They're down for good
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