False Grit

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

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

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

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

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