Manchester

G                                 
From Northenden to Partington its 
                   Bm, Em
ra-a-ain
C                                 
From Altrincham to Chadderton its 
                       D
rain
G                              
From Moss Side to Swinton hardly 
                        Bm, Em
Sp-a-ain
C                                 
It’s a picture postcard of wish 
                               D
they never came.


C                             
And whilst the deckchair in the 
garden it makes no sense,
                 G

D                                 
It doesn’t spoil the view or cause
                   G
 offence.
C                                 
Those Floridas, Bavarias and 
             G
Kents,
D                             
Make gentlemen wear shorts, but 
don’t make gents.
G



G
So convertible stay garage bound,
C
Save aftersun for later,
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Am
If rain makes Britain great
D
Then Manchester is greater
G                                 
As you dry your clothes once again
                       C
 upon the radiator,
Am
What makes Britain great
D
Makes Manchester yet greater.
G                                 
From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshaw 
                              Bm, Em
its ra-a-aing,
C                                 
Gorton, Salford,Sale pretty much 
                         D
the same.
G                                 
As I’m caught without my jacket 
                            Bm, Em
once aga-a-ain
C                             
The raindrops on my face play a 
                                D
sweet refrain.


C                                 
And as Winter turns reluctantly to
                     G
 Spring,
D                           
For the clouds above the city 
there’s one last fling.
       G

C                         
Swallows build their nests, 
chaffinches sing
G

D                                 
And the sun strolls into the town 
like a long lost king!
      G


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C                                 
And the mood of this whole sudden 
place is melancholy,
 G

D
Like the sun came out to play, shone
 through the clouds but
                   G
dropped its lolly.
C                            
Everyone looks so disappointed 
                                D
so,so, sorry
D
Like the rain blew into town, 
kidnapped the sun and stole its
G
 brolly.