Mott The Hoople – Hymn For The Dudes (Ukulele)

C F(g)
God ain't jive

C(f#) F(e)
For I can see his love

C F(g) C(f#) F
As it runs alive

C F(g)
'N one by one

C(f#) F(e)
Through fields of rusted wire

C F(g) C(f#)
The war has just begun

C F(g) C(f#)
Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove

C F(g) C(f#)
Who cares not for fame just for shy love

C E(f#) Amin(g) C(f#) F(e)
'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no

C C
He's still here, you are not alone

C F(g)
I got an idea

C(f#) F(e)
Go tell the superstar

C F(g)
All his hairs are turning grey

C F(g)
Star-spangled fear

C(f#) F(e)
As all the people disappear

C F(g) C(f#)
The limelight fades away

C E(f#) Amin(g) C(f#) F(e)
Cos if you think you are a star

C D7(f#) C(f#) F(e)
For so long they'll come from near and far

C E(f#) Amin(g) C(f#) F(e)
But you'll forget just who you are (yes you will)

C
You ain't the nazz