Frank Turner - Broken piano acoustic

As I walked ^Aout one ^Dmorning ^F#mfair, ^{E D} I found ^Amyself drawn thoughtless^Ely Back to the ^Aplace we ^Dused to ^F#mlive,^{E D} And you still ^Ado, now without ^Eme.

^DAround the back, away from the ^F#mroad, ^DBehind the bins, beneath your w^F#mindow, I ^Efound the hulk, the ^Arusting ^F#mbulk Of a ^Dshattered old ^Apiano.

^DSomeone had torn out some of the ^F#mkeys ^DWith cruel care, not thoughtless^F#mly, ^EIn such a way that one could ^Aonly ^F#mplay ^DMinor ^Amelodies.

So I ^Dsat down in my ^F#msadness, be^Bmneath ^Ayour ^Ewindow, And I played ^Dsad songs on the ^F#mminor keys of a ^Bmbro^Aken ^Epiano; A ^Dsinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames.^A

As I have ^Awandered ^Dthrough this ^F#mcity,^{E D} Like a ^Achild lost in the London ^Efog, From Highgate ^AHill, down ^Dto the ^F#mriver,^{E D} Then washed down^Astream past the ^EIsle of Dogs,

^DI've had time enough to think ^F#mupon ^DThe question of what kind of ^F#msongs That ^Eyou would choose to ^Alisten ^F#mto ^DNow that ^AI am gone.

^DAnd as I drift beneath that ^F#mbridge, ^DJust down the road from where you ^F#mlive, I've ^Eoften thought I ^Amight have ^F#mcaught ^DYour voice upon the ^Awind.

But as I ^Astroked those ^Dbroken ^F#mkeys ^{E D} You did not ^Ajoin in ^Eharmony.

So I ^Dsat down in my ^F#msadness, be^Bmneath ^Ayour ^Ewindow, And I played ^Dsad songs on the ^F#mminor keys of a ^Bmbro^Aken ^Epiano; A ^Dsinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames. ^A

^A--^E--^D--on the banks of the muddy Thames. ^A--^E--^D--on the banks of the muddy Thames. A E D A E D A E D