• Song:

    Don

  • Artist:

    The View

The View - The Don

G  Em  C  D
G  Em  C  D

G            Em          Bm   C
Thinking of poems of poverty
G              Em                             Bm                 Am
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
G          Em             Bm  C
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
G                 Em                    Bm             Am   
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
               D
Visions to his self

G             Em            C             D
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
G              Em                                 Bm                 Am
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
G             B               Em
What we loved most of all was sitting around the shop 
                                         C
Whilst this young boy was sitting all alone
            D
Sitting all alone,

G  Em  C

G          Em        Bm      C
Pondering times of sanctuary
G                           Em               Bm              Am
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
G         Em               Bm              C
Invested life in medicine which isn?t the wisest way to go
G            Em            Bm                   Am
Had so much shit going on, convinced he'd never win
                  D
Convinced he was a sin.

G             Em         C            D
We'd speak of women and cheaper carryout?s
G               Em                 Bm                       Am
We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts,
G             B               Em
What we loved most of all was sitting round the shop
                                      C
Whilst this poor boy was sitting all alone 
     D
Sittin' all a.

G             Em            C             D
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
G              Em                                 Bm                 Am
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.

G             B               A#m
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
Whilst thing you boy was sitting all alone 

D#m                                 A#m
He didn?t find none of his own kind (none of his own kind)
C#m                                 G#m
He didn't have none of his own kind (none of his own)
Em                              Bm                     Am
You should take interest in his mind, Not spend all of his time,
                B         D
Wasting all his money and time

G            Em          Bm   C
Thinking of poems of poverty(writing lines and drinking tea)
G              Em                             Bm                 Am
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
(how to gain authority)
G          Em             Bm  C
Oh what a soft touch of a don
G                 Em                    Bm             Am   
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
               D
Visions to his self

G             Em            C             D
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
G              Em                                 Bm                 Am
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
G (Heavier)   B               Em
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
                                      C
Whilst this young boy was sitting all alone 
    D
Sittin' all a.

G             Em            C             D
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
G              Em                                 Bm                 Am
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
G             Bm              Em
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
G             Bm       Em
What we loved most was waiting round the shop
G             Bm       Em
What we loved most was sitting round the shop,
G (one stum)  Bm       Em
What we loved most was hanging round the shop while this young boy was sitting all alone


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Dave
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