The Table - by The Beautiful South

Tabbed by Mark Jones    27 July 2007

(CAPO ON 1st FRET)

Verse 1:

     C               G     Am
This table has four sturdy legs
    C      G              Am
A heart of very near wild oak
     F                 G            C       Am
When others would have screamed out loud my friend
F        G           C      C (let ring)
This one never even spoke

CHORUS

          F        G               C         Am
I've been sat upon oohh, I've been spat upon oohh
          F
I've been treated like a bed
     G
Been carried like a stretcher,
     Am
when someone thinks they're dead
          F          G               C          Am
I've been dined upon oohh, I've been wined upon oohh
          F
I've been taken for a fool
G
Taken for a desk,
           C
when they should have been at school


Verse 2:

This table's been pushed against the door
When tempers, well tempers, flare at night
Banged upon with knuckles clenched my friend
When someone thinks that they are right

CHORUS
I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school


Bridge:

C           F                C
Tables only turn when tables learn
C           F                 G
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
C                  F              C               Am
Treat me with some dignity, don't treat me like a slave
        C             F      G       C
Or I'll turn into the coffin in your grave

CHORUS
I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

Bridge:

Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
Treat me with some dignity, don't treat me like a slave
Or I'll turn into the coffin in your grave