G: (320003) D/F#: (2x0232) Em: (022000) C: (x32010) Bm/D: (x5443x) A/C#: (x4222x) E/G#: (4x245x)

I saw a ne^Gwsp^D/F#aper pi^Emcture from the pol^Citical cam^Gpaign A woman was k^Emissi^Bm/Dng a c^A/C#hild, who was obvi^Cously in pa^Gin SHe spills w/ c^Emomp^Bm/Dassio^A/C#n, as that young ch^Cild's face in her hands she gr^Gips Can you imagine ^Emall^Bm/D that g^A/C#reed and av^Carice coming down on th^Gat child^Cs lips Well I hope you don't d^Gie t^D/F#oo soo^Emn ^D I pray the L^Cord my soul to sa^Gve Oh I'll be^Em a ^Bm/Dgood ^A/C#boy, I'll t^Cry so hard to be^Ghave Because there's o^Emne ^Bm/Dthing ^A/C#I know, I'd like to live l^Cong enough to sa^Gvor That's wh^Cen t^Bmhey f^Aminal^Gly p^Amut you in the gro^Gund I'll St^Cand o^Bmn y^Amour g^Grave and t^Amramp the dirt do^Gwn ^D D Em D/F# G(') D When England was the whore of the world Margaret was her madam Em D/F# Em(') G And the future looked as brigh and as clear as the black tarmacadam ^GWell I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny de^Ctail ^AmCos when she held that lo^E/G#vely f^Gace in her hands a^D/F#ll she thou^Emght was betrayal^D

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment And then expect you to say "Thank you" straighten up, look proud and pleased Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams then poured down the drain Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed Who takes all the glory and none of the shame Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap 'Cos when they finally put you in the ground They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down Don't feel as though you have to play all the chords, I change it up every time and just play what feels right, hope you all enjoy :)

Elvis Costello - Tramp the dirt down