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 t^Co be It’^D7s selfish as ca^Fn be, and ^GI know it ^GAnd if I’m sorr^Dy for myself, I?^F??m sorry for ^Cyou too ’Caus^D7e I’m the same^F as you, and ^GI’m burning ^DSo I sing for ^Ceveryone who ^Gfeels there’s no wa^Ey out ^CMaybe if you all ^E7shout someone will ^Dhear you ^DListen to them ^Gshout

^GI won’t say tha^Dt I love you, caus^Fe that would be ^Ca lie I can ^D7only say I ^Ftry, and you ^Gknow it ^GLove is something ^Dmore or less than ^Fwords can hope to ^Csay It’^D7s something day t^Fo day in the life wer^Ge living ^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 wa^Ey out ^CMaybe if you all ^E7shout someone will ^Dhear you ^DListen to them ^Gshout