The Kinks – Muswell Hillbilly (Guitar)

       D                      D7          G
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning,

          A                            D
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes,

    D                      D7        G
She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me,

          A                               D
I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die.

        D                      D7      G
They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow,

     A                                 D
Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got,

              D                         D7       G
They're gonna try and make me change my way of living,

            A                            D
But they'll never make me something that I'm not.

          D             D7   G
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,

       A                      D
but my heart lies in old West Virginia,

      D                     G           Em
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee,

        A                                     D
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen.

        E                        E7      A
They're putting us in identical little boxes,

   B                      E
No character just uniformity,

        E                         E7          A
They're trying to build a computerised community,

            B                          E
But they'll never make a zombie out of me.

        E                      E7 A
They'll try and make me study elocution,

  B                              E
Because they say my accent isn't right,

         E                          E7        A
They can clear the slums as part of their solution,

            B                           E
But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride.

          E              E7  A
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,

       B                         E
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,

          E
Though my hills they're not green,

     A                 F#m
I've seen them in my dreams,

        B
Take me back to those Black Hills,

                  E
That I ain't never seen.

          E             E7   A
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,

       B                         E
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,

          E
Though my hills they're not green,

     A                 F#m
I've seen them in my dreams,

        B
Take me back to those Black Hills,

                   E
That I ain't never seen.