Beautiful South - Manchester

^CFrom Altrincham to Chadderton its rain ^D G Bm, Em From Moss Side to Swinton hardly Sp-a-ain ^CIt's a picture postcard of wish they never came. ^D

^CAnd whilst the deckchair in the garden it makes no sense, ^{G D}It doesn't spoil the view or cause offence. ^{G C}Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents, ^{G D}Make gentlemen wear shorts, but don't make gents. ^G

^GSo convertible stay garage bound, ^CSave aftersun for later, ^AmIf rain makes Britain great ^DThen Manchester is greater ^GAs you dry your clothes once again upon the radiator, ^{C Am}What makes Britain great ^DMakes Manchester yet greater. G Bm, Em From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshaw its ra-a-aing, ^CGorton, Salford,Sale pretty much the same. ^D G Bm, Em As I'm caught without my jacket once aga-a-ain ^CThe raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain. ^D

^CAnd as Winter turns reluctantly to Spring, ^{G D}For the clouds above the city there's one last fling. ^{G C}Swallows build their nests, chaffinches sing ^{G D}And the sun strolls into the town like a long lost king! ^G

^CAnd the mood of this whole sudden place is melancholy, ^{G D}Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds but dropped its lolly. ^{G C}Everyone looks so disappointed so,so, sorry ^{D D}Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun and stole its ^G brolly.