Half Man Half Biscuit – False Grit (Guitar)

A                              D
 This town was tailor-made for dying in

       A                                 D
And on these streets the gutters 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            D
 Knock-kneed and hackneyed, it was ever thus

Em                          A     G7                    D
 If we’re not waiting for a kidney  we’re waiting for a bus.

A                                    D
 I got a cold call on a hot summer’s day;

A                                             D
 I didn’t really – it’s just written that way.

F#      G          Em         A
 Feisty harridans, angels and crones

F#       G          Em           A
 Get the Haynes and call Suranne Jones.

D             Em      A              D
 Cupcakes and clichés, new drama for spring

Em              A       G7                   D
 Thanks for the warning,  I’m gonna be in Beijing.

F#      G          Em        A
 Rodney Ontong and Lynsey de Paul

F#      G          Em        A        D
 On the ale on the Antonine, Antonine Wall.

            Em    A               D
He bleating keenly on seven point nine

Em           A      G7             D
 She veering wildly  away from the line.

G7             D    G7             D
 Away from the line, away from the line

G7              D
 Away from the …….