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album: How the West Was Lost (1975) YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PSkawIPYSSQ [Intro] Em A D A [Verse 1]
DPeople say to Bme what do you Emthink you’re gonna be When I Atells them I see laughter in their Deyes D/G D/F# D/E If you Dwants an explaBnation, I’ve Emfound me true vocation Though me Aanswer seems to take ‘em by surDprise. D/E D/F# D/G DThere ain’t no Ggood jobs to be found round Bethnal DGreen or Canning Town Bar a Bmcouncillor, a magistrate or Emmayor But GI just sit and Alaugh ‘cause I’d Dreally like not Bhalf To be a Eworking-class AmillioDnaire. D/G D/F# D/E
[Chorus]
I don’t Dwant to be a Bclerk, a conEductor or a spark ALife’s too short for working, who knows Dwhere D/G D/F# D/E So I’ll Djust sit back and Bdream, forget the E‘ouses in-between And be a Aworking-class millioDnaire.
[Verse 2]
I’d have a Dmansion down in BBow where Emall me mates could go A Acarriage and a team of dappled Dgreys D/G D/F# D/E And on the Dlawn I’d have a Bseat for Emtired pairs of feet On Afolks that’s walked search of better Ddays.D/E D/F# D/G DThere’d be a Glion either side of the Dgateway to the drive A Bmstatue of Lloyd George would greet me Emguests And Gin the marble A‘all, goalposts Dpainted on the Bwall And Eother things the ‘ampstead crowd deAtests.
[Chorus]
I don’t Dwant to be a Bclerk, a conEductor or a spark ALife's too short for working, who knows Dwhere D/G D/F# D/E So I’ll Djust sit back and Bdream, forget the E‘ouses in-between And be a Aworking-class millioDnaire.
[Verse 3]
So now I’ve Dgot this palace Bgrand, it sounds like Emsomething down the Strand But it Aain’t, it’s down by Royal Albert DDock D/G D/F# D/E The Dboats sail in an B‘our and the Emword is passed about There’s a Awelcome at me mansion if yer Dknock.D/E D/F# D/G DYes, it’s the Gsimple life for me: that’s Dall I want, you see That’s Bmall the Cockney pride in me exEmpects There’s Gnothing can comApare with an DEast End millioBnaire That’s used to Eliving just from one day to the Anext. A/G A/F# A/E
[Chorus]
I don’t Dwant to be a Bclerk, a conEductor or a spark ALife's too short for working, who knows Dwhere D/G D/F# D/E So I’ll Djust sit back and Bdream, forget the E‘ouses in-between And be a Aworking-class millioDnaire.
[Outro] Em A D A D