(intro B  E F# (x7))
B         E  F#
Hey Louis
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Wonderful world, terrible song, everything's gone horribly wrong
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Cars are too fast 'cos the drivers are slow 
C#m.                               F#
Joy–ride boy died and I think to myself.
     B            E    F#            B                E      F#
From Magdalene to Sellafield there's scant regard for how we feel
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Sheep are green, dead roses too 
C#m.                                     F#
I know it sounds bleak but hey, dont despair.
     B                                                   F#
'Cos even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch
                                                    B
Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch
   E                                                            Em
It generates a warmth around the ground that augers well for mankind
    F#          E       B
And that's what life's about.
    B                 E             F#      B                E          F#
The raft of dreams we sailed in the bay has foundered on the reefs of today
B                         E          F#
Ill wind blows through my cape of no hope 
C#m.                              F#
Dock Road can–lad on the end of a rope
    B                E      F#        B                  E       F#
Yet by the stream in summer time, the charming lark, the country chime
B                    E    F#
Smite this faithless pantomime 
C#m.                                      F#
Welcome to the daylight at the back of my mind.
B                                                   F#
Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch
                                                    B
Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch
   E                                                            Em
It generates a warmth around the ground that augers well for mankind
    F#          E      B       (B F# B E B F#)
And that's what life's about.
B                                                F#.
Trouble is these days you never see a dog on the pitch.