Intro:| C5 | | F/C | C | Bb/C | C | | Bb/C | C | F/C | % | | Am | C/G | F C | % | | C | Bb/C | C | % | F/C C A room on the top floor Bb C And the chest all but knackered Bb C Two fingers not wo-rking F/C And the back's shot to hell Am C/G It's a lifetime of digging trenches F C In the cold and wet weather C And for laying half the roadway Bb C In England as well F/C C You'd finish in the one place Bb C It was straight to the next one Bb C And you never could settle F And you were always alone Am C/G Just a drifter in limbo F C I was best off away, son C Just one of the thousands Bb C Who could never go home Bb C Bb6 That's your mighty man, son Gm C Your mighty man F C Well, the boat and the train ride Bb C In a misty November Bb C We had the worst of the lodgings F And we hated the subs Am C/G Ma's face on the leaving F C I will always remember C And we wouldn't get paid Bb C Until they had closed up their pubs | F C | C | Bb C | C | | Bb C | C | F | F | | Am | C/G | F C | C | | C Bb | C | % | F/C C And I could stand up on horseback Bb C Was the man for the singing Bb C Put my hand up for boxing F At the fairground on the heath Am C/G I could play my accordion F C And charm all of the women C And dance round the taproom Bb C With a chair in my teeth Bb C Bb6 That's your mighty man, son Gm C Your mighty man Bb C Bb6 That's your mighty man, son Gm C Your mighty man | Bb C | Bb6 Gm | | C |
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