False Grit

A                              D
 This town was tailor-made for dying in
       A                                 D
And on these streets the gutters are for crying in.
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 And no-one’s flying in anytime soon
F#         G        Em        A
 We’re all lying in bed until noon.

D                Em        A            D
 Knock-kneed and hackneyed, it was ever thus
Em                          A     G7                    D
 If we’re not waiting for a kidney  we’re waiting for a bus.

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A                                    D
 I got a cold call on a hot summer’s day;
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 I didn’t really – it’s just written that way.
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 Feisty harridans, angels and crones
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 Get the Haynes and call Suranne Jones.

D             Em      A              D
 Cupcakes and clichés, new drama for spring
Em              A       G7                   D
 Thanks for the warning,  I’m gonna be in Beijing.

F#      G          Em        A
 Rodney Ontong and Lynsey de Paul
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 On the ale on the Antonine, Antonine Wall.
            Em    A               D
He bleating keenly on seven point nine
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 She veering wildly  away from the line.
G7             D    G7             D
 Away from the line, away from the line
G7              D
 Away from the …….