Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

I wonder if there's no forever

No walking hand in hand

Down a yellow brick road

To never never land

These days I get to where I'm going

Make it there eventually

Follow the trail of breadcrumbs

To where I'm meant to be

To where I'm meant to be

I don't know what brought you to me

That was up to you

There's so many come to see me

Who want their own tattoo

I fixed a needle in a holder

Laid my hand upon your spine

And there upon your shoulder

I drew the picture as your sign

When I think about us

I see the picture that we made

The picture to remind us

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

I worked the rowdies and daytrippers

Now and then I think of you

Any which way we're all shufflin'

Forward in the queue

They like to move my operation

They like to get me off the pier

And I dream I'm on a steamer

Pullin' out of here

When I think about us

I see a picture that we made

The picture to remind us

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

True love will never fade

C7add11 [x33310]

The scaffolder’s wife

driving out of the yard

with a face that’s as hard

as a scaffolder’s bar -

when she goes into town

she might take the top down

on the car

The quick little steps

in the stiletto boots

and the hair with the roots

She comes in as a rule

to get the nails done

and the tan for the sun

when the kids are in school

Don’t begrudge her the Merc

it’s been nothing but work

and a hard life

Losing her looks

over company books

- the scaffolder’s wife

In the wicked old days

when they went it alone

kept the company going

on a wing and a prayer

They don’t pay what they owe

when they have the cash flow

- they don’t care

Don’t begrudge her the Merc

it’s been nothing but work

and a hard life

Losing her looks

over company books

- the scaffolder’s wife

the scaffolder’s wife

[022200]

Sunday morning, here we are

The boy’s come home

not quite the movie star

He’s been in Hollywood

The boy’s come home

The boy’s done good

He says she asked too high a price

neglecting to declare

what sits between them there on ice,

chilled, with the fizzy and the still:

he tried but didn’t make it there

It’s not for me

It’s not for me

He says she asked too high a price

neglecting to declare

what sits between them there on ice,

chilled, with the fizzy and the still:

he tried but didn’t make it there

It’s not for me

It’s not for me

Sunday papers, here we are

The boy’s come home

The boy’s come home

[x4322x]

[x30003]

You can tell me your troubles

I’ll listen for free

My regulars trust me, it seems

You can come and see Uncle

to get through the week

leave your pledges with me to redeem

Some folk sell their bodies

for ten bob a go

Politicians go pawning their souls

Which doesn’t make me

look too bad, don’t you know

me, with my heart full of holes

All my yesterdays broken

a watch with no face

all battered and old

Bits of the movement

all over the place

and a heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

a heart full of holes

a heart full of holes

a heart full of holes

Brass knuckles and banjos

are out on the town

at the knees-up

in Teddy Boys’ Row

The gold block and tackle

tells the time upside down

Rock n’ roll - well, I don’t know

Dead people’s wedding gifts

walk out the door

A clarinet squeals to be free

Accordions hop

from the shelves to the floor -

start playing their polkas to me

There’s a ringing of bells

a dunderhead’s curse

Fingers are pointing at you

And you take work in hell

and be glad it’s not worse

and you get to the back of the queue

Handcuffs and hunting knives

clang on the bars

Air pistols shoot out the lights

I’ve a whole Wailing Wall

of electric guitars

could shatter the windows

down Brick Lane tonight

If one of us dies, love

I think I’ll retire

see my boys and my beautiful girls

A Garden of Eden

no gates or barbed wire

who knows, maybe gates made of pearls

Well, if we go to heaven

and some say we don’t

but if there’s a reckoning day

please God, I’ll see you

and maybe I won’t

I’ve a bag packed to go either way

Redeeming your pledge, dear

I’ll keep it for you

It’s not going to go anywhere

But your soul, your soul

that is not what I do

There’s not a lot I can do there

I remember the officer’s watch

in my hand:

'Repair it or die' I was told

It’s a wonder to me -

I still don’t understand

why I ever survived to be old

with a heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

A heart full of holes

We're old enough for leaving home,

The old joanna and the old trombone,

It's all going on,

I'm growing my sideboards long,

Hey you and me can

be who we want to be.

Listen now right here,

It's going to be a beautiful year.

Calling it a teenage scene

And I have a dream,

Don't know if I'll be a star

I'm going to play guitar

I've seen this rocking cat

I want to be just like that.

Listen now right here

It's going to be a beautiful year

Hey look at you baby,

Tell your daddy you're no child

Look at you baby

We can get wild.

Oh yeah

We'll be on our own

Billy Fury on the gramophone

Take you to the pictures and a dance

In my drainpipe pants

Check the mirror and the old DA

And "You can play in a day"

Listen now right here

It's going to be a beautiful year

Hey look at you baby

Tell your daddy you're no child

Hey look at you baby

We can get wild

Hey look at you baby

Tell your daddy you're no child

Hey look at you baby

We can get wild

We can get wild

Get wild

Get wild

The school Christmas party is coming

Ain't doing rugby no more

McIntyre's teaching us waltzing

Out on the gymnasium floor

Out on the gymnasium floor

McIntyre's out of the army

You'll be slippered if you get it wrong

McIntyre's din booms loud in the gym

But we've only got our little shorts on

But we've only got our little shorts on.

And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace

McIntyre's tore us apart

And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space

Waltzing with fear in our hearts

Waltzing with fear in our hearts.

Comes the day of the final manoeuvres,

all of our heads are a whirl

It's getting much closer to D day

This time we're goina do it with girls

This time we're goina do it with girls.

In the arena the ladies are waiting

A twelve year old partner to guide

Some matches were fixed, the rest of us we mixed

And a fat girl got left on the side

A fat girl got left on the side.

And it's one two three, two two,we're all a disgrace

McIntyre tore us apart

And we danced with ourselves, when we'd all found a space

Waltzing with fear in our hearts

Waltzing with fear in our hearts.

When you come to my fights, and I am under the lights

And you see that my footwork is false

Don't count me out, the start of the bout

I'm just doing the secondary waltz

Doing the secondary waltz.

They’re driving long nails into coffins

You’ve been having sleepless nights

You’ve gone as quiet as a church mouse

and checking on your rights

The boss has hung you out to dry

And it looks as though

they’ll punish the monkey

and let the organ grinder go

You’ve been talking to a lawyer

Are you going to to pretend

that you and your employer

are still the best of friends?

Somebody’s going to take the fall

There’s your quid pro quo

They’ll punish the monkey

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

and let the organ grinder go

Here comes a policeman

He won’t be sidetracked

He’s asking about a smoking gun

He’s after the facts

It’s a quiet life from here on in

You’ve dropped your poison cup

The telephone is ringing

But you’re not picking up

Time’s up, Sir Lord Flunkey

And everybody knows

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

and let the organ grinder go

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

and let the organ grinder go

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

punish the monkey

When it’s pop goes the weasel

let go of the easel

You don’t want

this rickety rackety life

It’s seat of the trousers

It’s all sink or swim, son

I’d kill to get crimson

on this palette knife

And I’d steal in a minute

I’m up to here in it

You here behaving

as though I’m a saint

Get a job with a pension

Don’t ever mention

you once had a craving

for the brushes and paint

So go, forget it, let it all go

let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

Let it all go

A hack writer judges

my swipes and my smudges

he doesn’t like pictures

with blotches and blots

The drawing room tea set

wants horses, sunsets

sweet nothings -

the seaside with yachts

Here’s the end of the thirties

no time for arties

over in Poland

a right old to-do

So go join the navy

the air force or the army

They’ll all be enrolling

young fellows like you

So go, forget it, let it all go

let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

Let it all go

These are not my decisions

flaming visions

ringing expressions

the clamouring voice

It’s volcanic desire

the unquenchable fire

It isn’t a question

of having the choice

Anyway, now I’m old

but if you won’t be told

if you’ve been created

to answer the call

all passion and lust

is going to end in the dust

but you’ll hang on some

government gallery wall

You must go, forget it, let it all go

let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

let it all go

Go, forget it, let it all go

Let it all go

This didn’t used to be me, old boy

This isn’t what I’d want

pulling old night fighters

in a restaurant

There’s smoke and flames behind me

where the self-respect all went

and I’m behind, behind

with the rent

I’ve been stitched up like a kipper, old son

but I won’t be again

Hell hath no fury

Oh, I’m like a lot of men

Now I’m stalking this old Doris

with lascivious intent

and I’m behind, behind

with the rent

Just a little duck and dive

and a bit of wheel and deal

She’ll remind me I’m alive

She’ll remind me I still feel

Just a little shelling out

for a bit of you-know-what

I know this is all about

something that I never got

Well this crumpet’s past it’s sell-by-date

but they all would qualify

They’re going to be lonely

and be happy to comply

She knows that I’m a chancer

coming on like a gent

but I’m behind, behind

with the rent

Yes, I’m behind, behind

with the rent

When I gave my heart

to a tinker boy

he said a fish could love a swallow

And I will go with my travelling man

Wherever he goes I will follow

He will mend

your pots and pans

Your kitchen knives he’ll take and sharpen

Then I’ll be gone with my travelling man

and never more your doorway darken

The fish and the bird

who fall in love

will find no place to build a home in

The fish and the bird who fall in love

are bound forever to go roaming

bound forever to go roaming

I’m a maker of ballads right pretty

I write them right here in the street

You can buy them all over the city

yours for a penny a sheet

I’m a word pecker out of the printers

Out of the Damsel Gin lane

I’ll write up a scene on a counter

- confessions and sins in the main, boys

confessions and sins in the main

Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s

keeping the demons at bay

There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in

but they’ll always be back on a hanging day

They come rattling over the cobbles

they sit on their coffins of black

Some are struck dumb, some gabble

top-heavy on brandy or sec

The pews are all full of fine fellows

and the hawker has set up her shop

As they’re turning them off at the gallows

she’ll be selling right under the drop, boys

selling right under the drop

Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s

keeping the demons at bay

There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in

but they’ll always be back on a hanging day

[x00230]

[3x0002]

Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer

You’ve been away roaming far away from here

weathered a storm, your heart unafraid

crossed every ocean in the boat that you made

Been blowing your horn, scaring the spooks

No crotchets or quavers in your books

Gone sailing all night, straight in the vein

like a bird on his own flight in his domain in the sky

in the sky

Running in on the tide with the first of the stars

the moon on the water and the sound of guitars

Glide into the homing as the night falls

to tie up in the haven by the old harbour wall

And the hard-bitten stranger as deaf as a post

who stands at the fire where a poet’s dreams roast

He can’t know the story, he can’t feel the pain

and all of the glory falls around him like rain in the sky

in the sky

You’re a light in the dark, a beacon of hope

and strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope

And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay

and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky

in the sky