Something About England

C                         F
They say immigrants steal the 
hubcaps
         Dm9     Am
Of the respected gentlemen
     F
They say it would be wine an' roses
D                                  C
If England were for Englishmen again


C
Well I saw a dirty overcoat
       Am
At the foot of the pillar of the 
road
G7
Propped inside was an old man
     Am
Whom time would not erode
         C
When the night was snapped by sirens
      Am
Those blue lights circled fast
    G7
The dancehall called for an' 
ambulance
    Am
The bars all closed up fast
  C
My silence gazing at the ceiling
     Am
While roaming the single room
        G7
I thought the old man could help me
Am
If he could explain the gloom
 C
You really think it's all new
  Am
You really think about it too
G7
The old man scoffed as he spoke to 
me
Continúa después del anuncio
 Am
I'll tell you a thing or two


C                          F
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
    Am  Em           Am
But not the sorrow afterwards
        Dm                       
With my father dead and my mother 
     F
ran off
   C                            G
My brothers took the pay of hoods
C                          F
The twenties turned the north was 
dead
  Am  Em           Am
The hunger strike came marching 
south
  Dm                            F
At the garden party not a word was 
said
 C                            G
The ladies lifted cake to their 
mouths


    C
The next war began and my ship 
sailed
Am
With battle orders writ in red
   G7
In five long years of bullets and 
shells
   Am
We left tem million dead
    C
The few returned to old Piccadily
   Am
We limped around Leicster Square
    G7
The world was busy rebuilding itself
    Am
The architects could not care
   C
But how could we know when I was 
young
Am
All the canges that were to come?
G7
All the photos in the wallets on the
 battlefield
Am
And now the terror of the scientific
 sun
C
There was masters an' servants an' 
servants an' dogs
Am
They taught you how to touch your 
cap
G7
But through strikes an' famine an' 
war an' peace
Am
England never closed this gap


   C                     F
So leave me now the moon is up
      Am Em                Am
But remember all the tales I tell
    Dm                             
The memories that you have dredged 
F
up
       C
Are on letters forwarded from hell

C   Am   G7   Am

   C                     F
The streets were by now deserted
      Am Em                Am
The gangs had trudged off home
    Dm                       
The lights clicked off in the 
      F
bedsits
 C
An' old England was all alone