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Tom: C5
 
C5                         F5
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
         D5     A5
Of the respected gentlemen  
     F5
They say it would be wine an' roses  
D5                                  C5
If England were for Englishmen again  
  

C5
Well I saw a dirty overcoat  
       A5
At the foot of the pillar of the road  
G5
Propped inside was an old man   
     A5
Whom time would not erode  
         C5
When the night was snapped by sirens  
      A5
Those blue lights circled fast  
    G5
The dancehall called for an' ambulance  
    A5
The bars all closed up fast  
  
My silence gazing at the ceiling  

While roaming the single room  

I thought the old man could help me  

If he could explain the gloom  

You really think it's all new  

You really think about it too  

The old man scoffed as he spoke to me  

I'll tell you athing or two  

  
C5                          F5
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war  
    A5  E5           A5
But not the sorrow afterwards  
        D5                            F5
With my father dead and my mother ran off  
   C5                            G5
My brothers took the pay of hoods
  
The twenties turned the north was dead  

The hunger strike came marching south  

At the garden party not a word was said  

The ladies lifted cake to their mouths  
  

    C5
The next war began and my ship sailed  
A5
With battle orders writ in bed  
   G5
In five long years of bullets and shells  
   A5
We left tem million dead 
    C5 
The few returned to old Piccadily  
   A5
We limped around Leicster Square  
    G5
The world was busy rebuilding itself  
    A5
The architects could not care  
  
But how could we know when I was young  

All the canges that were to come?  

All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield  

And now the terror of the scientific sun  

There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs  

They taught you how to touch your cap  

But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace  

England never closed this gap  
  

   C5                     F5
So leave me now the moon is up  
      A5 E5                A5
But remember all the tales I tell  
    D5                             F5
The memories that you have dredged up  
       C5
Are on letters forwarded from hell  
  
The streets were by now deserted  
The gangs had trudged off home  
The lights clicked off in the bedsits  
An' old England was all alone
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