The Clash – Something About England (Guitar)

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  

 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                            F
With my father dead and my mother 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                             F
The memories that you have dredged up  

       C
Are on letters forwarded from hell  

   C                     F
The streets were by now deserted  

      Am Em                Am
The gangs had trudged off home  

    Dm                             F
The lights clicked off in the bedsits  

 C
An' old England was all alone