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Capo on 2 D A D A D A G A
DIt's been a Ahard hard year DPushing shit upAhill DBut shit happens Aall the time GAnd I guess it Aalways will DNow the days are Agetting long DSummer's on its Away And DI can't wait for AChristmas, because the GDay after Christmas is ABoxing Day
G And you'll Aknow where to find me, D Ten rows back at the GMCG Right beAhind the bowler's Darm A D A D A G A D2.So leave yAour worries at theD farm don't freAt about the rain D Hold your crediAt over at the sGtore, briAng the kids down on the train D Meet me onA the Richmond sideD just outside tAhe gate D I want to see tAhe very first bGall but don't sAweat if you're running late G 'Cause you'llA know where to find me,D There's no other placeG I'd rather be ThaDn righAt behGind tAhe bowler's arm
G3.And if we're lucky we might see Em someone make a ton or a slashing fifty G Yeah if we're lucky there might be Em a bowling spell of sheer wizardry But Gmost probably nothing much will happen at Aall D4.When the aAngels end my days Dand say my timeA is up D I'll say to theAm now hold on pGlease there's Ajust one thing that you forgot D I know eacAh man must leave tDhis world behinAd when he gets called D But we had a deAal that you wonG't count the daAys I watched the bat and ball G And the angelAs, they'll know where tDo find me, There's no pGlace I'd rather be ThaDn righAt behGind tAhe bowler G They'll know Awhere to find me Ten rDows back with sunburnt Gknees RigDht behAind tGhe boAwler's arm
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