In the mo^Arning, when i'm ^F#mwoken By the s^C#mound of my a^Elarm S^Atretching out my a^F#mrm I want to s^C#mcrew it up in my p^Ealm

And i've ta^Aken this ro^F#mute to work A tho^C#musand times or m^Eore And when you've s^Aeen it all b^F#mefore you t^C#mend to get a little bo^Ered

T^Dhey've got the k^Bmeys to all my d^F#moors (They've got the keys to all my doors) T^Dhey hold my wh^Bmere and ^F#mwhen (They hold my where and when) S^Do I guess I^Bm'll always ^F#mbe (I guess I'll always be) H^Dopelessly de^Bmvoted to ^F#mthem

In the of^Afice when i'm w^F#morking There's a fu^C#mneral atmosphe^Ere I k^Anow I lost someone ^F#mdear But i d^C#midn't see him di^Esappear

And i'm ly^Aing in my ^F#mbed Cos its ke^C#meping me aw^Eake And you th^Aink theres no es^F#mcape They've b^C#mound me up in their t^Eape

T^Dhey've got the k^Bmeys to all my d^F#moors (They've got the keys to all my doors) T^Dhey hold my wh^Bmere and ^F#mwhen (They hold my where and when) S^Do I guess I^Bm'll always ^F#mbe (I guess I'll always be) H^Dopelessly de^Bmvoted to ^F#mthem

H^Dopelessly de^Bmvoted to ^F#mthem H^Dopelessly de^Bmvoted to ^F#mthem

Housemartins - Hopelessly devoted to them