Kevin Ayers - Shouting in a bucket blues

^GSometimes I ^Dget too drunk I ^Ffeel so fucking ^Clow I ^D7have no place to ^Fgo, no one to ^Gturn to ^GI think about your ^Dloving arms, ^Fwhere I'd like to ^Cbe It's ^D7selfish as can ^Fbe, and I ^Gknow it ^GAnd if I'm sorry ^Dfor myself, I'm ^Fsorry for you ^Ctoo 'Cause ^D7I'm the same as ^Fyou, and I'm ^Gburning ^DSo I sing for ^Ceveryone who ^Gfeels there's no way ^Eout ^CMaybe if you all ^E7shout someone will ^Dhear you ^DListen to them ^Gshout

^GI won't say that ^DI love you, cause ^Fthat would be a ^Clie I can ^D7only say I ^Ftry, and you ^Gknow it ^GLove is something ^Dmore or less than ^Fwords can hope to ^Csay It's ^D7something day to ^Fday in the life were ^Gliving ^GLovers come and ^Dlovers go but ^Ffriends are hard to ^Cfind Yes ^D7I can count all ^Fmine on one ^Gfinger ^DSo I sing for ^Ceveryone who ^Gfeels there's no way ^Eout ^CMaybe if you all ^E7shout someone will ^Dhear you ^DListen to them ^Gshout