Misc Your Songs - Vic grout - keepin my job blues fading sunsets

Blue ^Gskies and red ^Csunsets could wait for ^Gme ^GThey might be ^Cpaying me off; setting me ^Gfree ^DNo more By^Czantine bureaucracy for ^Gme

^GBut if they ^Ctake my job, the rest: it’s ^Ggone ^GThis tiny ^Cplot of land we call our ^Gown ^DIs it pride, or ^Cfear, or age, or is it ^Ghome

^GYeah, I’m scared;^C I’ve settled down so ^Glong ^GBut maybe open ^Cair and open seas and ^Gsong ^DCan’t tell if this is ^Cright; but it don’t seem ^Gwrong

^GSo I hold my ^Ctongue; they think I wanna ^Gstay ^GCos forced re^Cdundancy’s a lot of ^Gpay ^DWe buy a mo^Ctor-home and we’re a^Gway

^AmSo, I sit and ^Cwait, and then I get the ^Gcall ^AmIs this the par^Cting word? ‘Thanks for it ^Gall’ ^DNo. Turns out ^Amthey need me after ^Gall!

^GThe bricks still ou^Crs: no need to fl^Gy ^GWe’re safe, se^Ccure: no need to ^Gcry ^DThe pension ^Cgrows as each year passes ^Gby

^GSo here I ^Cam and here I’m gonna ^Gstay ^GRetirement’s still ^Ca long, long way ^Gaway ^DI’ll see the sky ^Cthrough the window every ^Gday