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Date: Fri, 8 Dec 1995 14:04:43 GMT+1
From: CHRISTER VARANchrister Varan 
Subject: CRD: Lucky by Fish

Hi, Fish lover.
Here's a song I like very much.....

                             - Lucky -
                 from the album "Acustic Session" by Fish


D (xx0232@1)  C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D    C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)DHe (xx0232@1)met with the world as a Dalkeith boy,
Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
     CIn (x32010@1)a well oiled cage,
                     GThat (320003@1)locked away his dreams.
   DAn (xx0232@1)'85 veteran facefrom the gallery,
A ghost from the civil war in the family,
   CHe (x32010@1)stood his ground on the picketline.
 G'Til (320003@1)all that he was left with,
         DWere (xx0232@1)his father's cough
And his mother's eyes.
That would hold a tear
For the very first time,
         C (x32010@1)                     GWhen (320003@1)the government took his job away.
    DNow (xx0232@1)fist in hand he'll stand in line.
Declare his name and mark his time.
   C (x32010@1)                              GTo (320003@1)some the only proof that they're alive.


CHORUS:
                   FHe (133211@1)could have been you.        _|
He could have been me.          |
                   D# (x43121@3)         |    x 2
He could have been anybody      |
(Bb)            F (133211@1)             |
But he was born lucky.         _|


F (133211@1)  D# (x43121@3)  Bb (x1333x@1)FHe (133211@1)mad his first downpayment,
On a sharp Italian suit.
         D# (x43121@3)                  BbHe (x1333x@1)sewed razor blades into the lapels,
FSee (133211@1)him sweating on the dancefloor.
Coal dust oozing out of every pore.
  D#A (x43121@3)hard man with a hard life,
             BbAnd (x1333x@1)that's a story that he'll tell you,
        FDown (133211@1)at Easter Road till his throat is raw.
On a Saturday, he knows the score,
D#Till (x43121@3)the whistle blows and,
                       BbThe (x1333x@1)tempers with their colours fade away.

{CHORUS}

D (xx0232@1)  C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)      DOn (xx0232@1)the helipads at Aberdeen
Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas,
          CWhere (x32010@1)the trawlers are getting fewer
      GEvery (320003@1)year.
       DBy (xx0232@1)the furnaces at Ravenscraig,
By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates,
       C (x32010@1)                            GIn (320003@1)the desert, in the fields of South Armagh,
          DWhere (xx0232@1)the poppies grow,
Behind the Hampden roar,
Behind the drums in Genoa.
       C (x32010@1)                              GOn (320003@1)the deck that rides a south Atlantic swell,
DBorn (xx0232@1)to fight out of the tightest corner.
You can bet on him with the odds against you,
CThey'll (x32010@1)not put him down
                        GNo (320003@1)matter how hard they try.

{CHORUS}


Repeat

F (133211@1)  D# (x43121@3)  Bb (x1333x@1)till end.

Christer Varan

C.Varan@ET.TUDelft.NL