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     Am              F
My whistle under the archways
      C                  F
Still echoes down the street
F                    Em
All the way back to Deptford days
 Am                  Am
Nights down by The Creek

 Am              F
Notes as big as river boats
      C                     F
Still echoing through the clubs
          F
With the horns of the trains
         Em
Down the old back lanes
         Am                   Am   Am  Am
And the lights of the corner pubs


      Am                 F
In a taproom lined with mirrors
           C                F
There’s a man there at the bar
   F                Em
Reminds you of somebody
        Am               Am  Am  Am
He says I know who you are

      Am              F
He’s right, I know I could be him
    C               F   F
But anyway who is who?

You could be looking at
  Em                  Am
What he’s looking at
                     Am
And he’s looking at you


            G
And I’ll be out of this place
     G7               C     C  G
And down the road wherever
  G/B                       C      C
There but for the grace, etcetera
              F                C  F
I’ll see you later but it’s 1979
         C             Bb
And I’m picking my way out of here
Am
One song at a time


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      Am               F
The slaving ports of plunder
          C                 F
Used to stink to heaven on high
    F          Em
Companions of honour
        Am                Am  Am  Am
Always were in short supply

      Am               F
The Bristol ships and Liverpool’s
   C                F
On every tide they came
     F                    Em
The times they may have changed, my friend
      Am              Am
Some people stay the same


            G
And I’ll be out of this place
     G7               C     C  G
And down the road wherever
                            C      C
There but for the grace, etcetera
              F                C  F
I’ll see you later but it’s 1879
         C             Bb
And I’m picking my way out of here
Am
One song at a time


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    Am             F
A grinning mogul greets the crowd
   C          F
At Execution Dock
     F                 Em
All come to see three mutineers
       Am                Am   Am  Am
Turned off at twelve o’clock

      Am             F
The shyster takes a ringside seat
             C                     F
As they’re bringing them from the jail
                     Em
And twenty thousand tickets
        Am              Am   Am  Am
Sold online on premium sale


   Am              F
So if you need to reach me
         C                 Fadd9
You can leave word at The Pig
   F                Em
I have no wish to stay around
    Am                 Am
To watch that Newgate jig
   Am                 F
Or any more poor old fakers
           C                Fadd9
Trying to dance in my old shoes
         F            Em
I’ll be gone over the ocean
           Am            Am
With the transatlantic blues


            G
And I’ll be out of this place
     G/B              C     C  G
And down the road wherever
  G/B                       C      C
There but for the grace, etcetera
              F                        C    F
I’ll see you later somewhere down the line
         C             Bb
I’ll be picking my way out of here
Am
One song at a time


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