Hull Or Hell

     G           C
Of larks trains windows and brooks
      G                    C
The poet he writes it all down in 
his book
 G                           C
Won't meet your eye but he wants you
 to look
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

  G                       C
Lambs in the winter and swans in the
 spring
  G                             C
Children at play they're like birds 
on the wing
         G                       C
And the poet he writes that the sun 
seems to swing
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

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  G                       C
Away from the world and away from 
the page
  G                    C
Hidden in corners the gathering of 
age
      G                         C
Retreats to the wings where he once 
held the stage
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

     G                           C
The dirt and the filth that we don't
 get to see
    G                       C
That's eating his language away
       G                    C  
This yellow-eyed nastiness hides 
                         Am     D  
from the light of the day
Am  D


G C x2

     G                    C
Resenting the everyday growing so 
old
         G                   
Where winter once pictured as 
    C
flowers in fold
          G                 
Turned frosty and bitter and 
   C
weathered and cold
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
... (Repeat and fade)

     G                            
His housemaid she tried but the dirt
C
 grew so fast
           G               C
The darkest of colours he nailed to 
the mast
   G                          C
Stuck in his ways like he's stuck in
 the past