Misc Musicals – The Radios Playing - The Pub I Called Home (Guitar)

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[Intro] D A (2X) [Verse 1]
    D     A           D
JACK Remember that pit?

           A            D
BOBBY It’s not too clear…

     E           G             A
JACK We weren’t there for the atmosphere.

     D              A
BOBBY It smelled like shit.

    D      A                   D
JACK But there was always beer!

         E              G                A
BOTH And who can resist service with a sneer?
[Pre-Chorus]
               Bm                    F#
JACK There was comfort to doing the same thing…

          Bm                         F#
BOBBY The same thing night after night

         Bm                     F#              E
JACK You might get laid or you might get in a fight.
[Chorus]
       A                           D
BOBBY I’d sit there and drown my sorrow.

       A                             D
JACK I’d call out sick from work tomorrow.

      E               D          A        D
BOTH In a place that I’m never alone.

        A
BOBBY It wasn’t hip,

      D
JACK there’s no scene.

          A                         D
BOBBY The bathroom was marginally clean.

     F             G          A
JACK In a pub that I called home.

      F                  G
BOBBY In a pub that I called…

     A         D   A     D    A
BOTH Home.
[Verse 2]
     D         A              D     A
JACK How ‘bout that place, near my flat?

       E           G             A      D
BOBBY I only wish I had forgotten that.

      A                  D         A          D
JACK Her name was Stace, and you’d had a spat.

      E               G                 A
BOBBY She came after me with a baseball bat
[Pre-Chorus]
       Bm                  F#
JACK We were juvenile delinquents.

      Bm                     F#
BOBBY Plotting our next crimes.

       Bm                  F#               E
BOTH It sucked and really was the best of times.
[Chorus]
       A                          D
BOBBY The sound system would always be crap…

      A                D
JACK Even odds to catch the clap.

       E             D                A
BOBBY A place where head wasn’t only foam…

        A                     D
JACK A jukebox where the same song plays

      A                      D
BOBBY God, those were the good old days.

     F             G          A
JACK In a pub that I called home.

       F            G
BOBBY In a pub that I called…

        A
BOTH Home.