David McWilliams - The days of pearly spencer

^AmA tenement a dirty street ^EmWalked and worn by shoeless feet In ^Amsilence long and so complete ^C/GWatched by a shivering ^Gsun

^AmOld eyes in a small child's face ^EmWatching as the shadows race Through ^Amwalls and cracks that leave no trace And ^C/Gdaylight's brightness ^Gshun ^Dm

^EmThe days of Pearly ^AmSpencer ^AmAhh^{Dm G}the race is almost ^Amrun

^AmNose pressed hard on frosted glass ^EmGazing as the swollen mass On ^Amconcrete fields where grows no grass ^C/GStumbles blindly ^Gon

^AmIron trees smother the air But ^Emwithering they stand and stare Through ^Ameyes that neither know nor care ^C/GWhere the grass has ^Ggone ^Dm

^EmThe days of Pearly ^AmSpencer ^AmAah^{Dm G}the race is almost ^Amrun

^AmPearly where's your milk white skin ^EmWhat's that stubble on your chin It's ^Amburied in the rotgut gin You've ^C/Gplayed and lost not ^Gwon

You ^Amplayed a house that can't be beat Now l^Emook your head's bowed in defeat You ^Amwalked too far along the street Where ^C/Gonly rats can ^Grun ^Dm

^EmThe days of Pearly ^AmSpencer ^AmAah^{Dm G}the race is almost ^Amrun ^{Dm Em Em}The days of Pearly ^AmSpencer ^AmAah^{Dm G}the race is almost ^Amrun