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Damien Dempsey Spraypaint Backalley Double Drop-d tuning D-A-D-G-B-d Capo 2nd fret Acoustic A Em G D E7sus4 F#m E d|------2---------0---------0---------0---------0--------2--------0--| B|------2---------0---------0---------3---------0--------2--------0--| G|------2---------0---------0---------2---------2--------2--------1--| D|------2---------2---------5---------0---------0--------2--------2--| A|------0---------2---------5---------0---------2--------4--------2--| D|------x---------2---------5---------0---------0--------4--------2--| Intro : A - - - - Em - - - - G - - - - Em Verse I :
ADown a spraypaint backaEmlley,G I look up at the Emsky AAnd I see through Emred eyes
GThe seagulls wheel aEmround and around AWorn out couches and Emfridges, and Gmongrel dogs roam fEmree
AThere are rags and there Emare richesG Inside this head for Emme AWe drink cheap English Emcider, and Gsmoke hashish from North EmAfrica.
AI've been tryin' to get the Emmix right, But I haGven't got it Emright tonight.

Continue the same chord pattern until the outro

Chorus : Ooh, ooh, ooh..... Verse II : I've a fifteen year old moustache, I'm so desperate for to be a man. People tell me to shave it off, If I shave it I'm a boy again. Watch my father and my brother, Fixing old cars. And their rough oil stained hands, Are skilled and scarred. Chorus : Ooh, ooh, ooh..... Verse III : Behind this big rusty shed door There's a punch bag and a clapped out car As the car sits on breeze blocks The punch bag takes some heavy shots Down the lane way sniffin' petrol I thought pebbledash was snow As I stumbled in a blizzard The pain inside me disappeared Cross the city down the alleys A thousand kids like me They are watching through red eyes The flock of little birds gracefully gliding by Chorus : Ooh, ooh, ooh..... Bridge : Fought in the lane, lost in the lane Swallowed the shame, then I fought again Fought in the lane, cried in the lane Swallowed the pain, then I fought again Fell in the lane, got back up in the lane Died in the lane, and came alive again D - - - - E7sus4 - - - - A x2 Outro : D E7sus4 A F#m E7sus4 E We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars D E7sus4 A F#m E7sus4 E We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars... D the stars, ooh the stars, the stars.