^CA dirty old hole in the s^Am7ide of the road, for the ^Dmman who cleans the streets ^FOpen pub doors where the wo^Grking class goes at ni^Cght ^G ^CWritten on walls where the c^Am7ats never crawl, for the g^Dmlass along the top ^FMan I was born there, ^GI’m going to walk right ^Cback ^Dm ^F ^G

^CCostafine town, it's a fine town^Em, I'm coming home ^DmI feel so lonely, I'^Fve been too long a - ^Gway ^CCostafine town, it's a fine town,^Em I'm coming home ^DmI wish I'd never ^FMade up my mind to st^Gray

^CNobody owns all the d^Am7irty old clothes that are ^Dmlying in the lane ^FWhistling loud the f^Gour thirty shift has g^Cone ^G ^CLittle old man With a ^Am7pole in his hand lighting ^Dmlamps along the way ^FHurry me back there ^GI wish I'd never g^Cone ^Dm ^F ^G

^CCostafine town, it's a fine town^Em, I'm coming home ^DmI feel so lonely, I'^Fve been too long a - ^Gway ^CCostafine town, it's a fine town,^Em I'm coming home ^DmI wish I'd never ^FMade up my mind to st^Gray

^CCostafine town, it's a fine town^Em, I'm coming home ^DmI feel so lonely, I'^Fve been too long a - ^Gway ^CCostafine town, it's a fine town,^Em I'm coming home ^DmI wish I'd never ^FMade up my mind to st^Gray FADE

^DA dirty old hole in the s^Bm7ide of the road, for the ^Emman who cleans the streets ^GOpen pub doors where the wo^Arking class goes at ni^Dght ^A ^DWritten on walls where the c^Bm7ats never crawl, for the g^Emlass along the top ^GMan I was born there, ^AI’m going to walk right ^Dback ^Em ^G ^A

^DCostafine town, it's a fine town^F#m, I'm coming home ^EmI feel so lonely, I'^Gve been too long a - ^Away ^DCostafine town, it's a fine town,^F#m I'm coming home ^EmI wish I'd never ^GMade up my mind to st^Aray

^DNobody owns all the d^Bm7irty old clothes that are ^Emlying in the lane ^GWhistling loud the f^Aour thirty shift has g^Done ^A ^DLittle old man With a ^Bm7pole in his hand lighting ^Emlamps along the way ^GHurry me back there ^AI wish I'd never g^Done ^Em ^G ^A

^DCostafine town, it's a fine town^F#m, I'm coming home ^EmI feel so lonely, I'^Gve been too long a - ^Away ^DCostafine town, it's a fine town,^F#m I'm coming home ^EmI wish I'd never ^GMade up my mind to st^Aray

^DCostafine town, it's a fine town^F#m, I'm coming home ^EmI feel so lonely, I'^Gve been too long a - ^Away ^DCostafine town, it's a fine town,^F#m I'm coming home ^EmI wish I'd never ^GMade up my mind to st^Aray FADE

^GA dirty old hole in the s^Em7ide of the road, for the ^Amman who cleans the streets ^COpen pub doors where the wo^Drking class goes at ni^Gght ^D ^GWritten on walls where the c^Em7ats never crawl, for the g^Amlass along the top ^CMan I was born there, ^DI’m going to walk right ^Gback ^Am ^C ^D

^GCostafine town, it's a fine town^Bm, I'm coming home ^AmI feel so lonely, I'^Cve been too long a - ^Dway ^GCostafine town, it's a fine town,^Bm I'm coming home ^AmI wish I'd never ^CMade up my mind to st^Dray

^GNobody owns all the d^Em7irty old clothes that are ^Amlying in the lane ^CWhistling loud the f^Dour thirty shift has g^Gone ^D ^GLittle old man With a ^Em7pole in his hand lighting ^Amlamps along the way ^CHurry me back there ^DI wish I'd never g^Gone ^Am ^C ^D

^GCostafine town, it's a fine town^Bm, I'm coming home ^AmI feel so lonely, I'^Cve been too long a - ^Dway ^GCostafine town, it's a fine town,^Bm I'm coming home ^AmI wish I'd never ^CMade up my mind to st^Dray

^GCostafine town, it's a fine town^Bm, I'm coming home ^AmI feel so lonely, I'^Cve been too long a - ^Dway ^GCostafine town, it's a fine town,^Bm I'm coming home ^AmI wish I'd never ^CMade up my mind to st^Dray FADE

^AA dirty old hole in the s^F#m7ide of the road, for the ^Bmman who cleans the streets ^DOpen pub doors where the wo^Erking class goes at ni^Aght ^E ^AWritten on walls where the c^F#m7ats never crawl, for the g^Bmlass along the top ^DMan I was born there, ^EI’m going to walk right ^Aback ^Bm ^D ^E

^ACostafine town, it's a fine town^C#m, I'm coming home ^BmI feel so lonely, I'^Dve been too long a - ^Eway ^ACostafine town, it's a fine town,^C#m I'm coming home ^BmI wish I'd never ^DMade up my mind to st^Eray

^ANobody owns all the d^F#m7irty old clothes that are ^Bmlying in the lane ^DWhistling loud the f^Eour thirty shift has g^Aone ^E ^ALittle old man With a ^F#m7pole in his hand lighting ^Bmlamps along the way ^DHurry me back there ^EI wish I'd never g^Aone ^Bm ^D ^E

^ACostafine town, it's a fine town^C#m, I'm coming home ^BmI feel so lonely, I'^Dve been too long a - ^Eway ^ACostafine town, it's a fine town,^C#m I'm coming home ^BmI wish I'd never ^DMade up my mind to st^Eray

^ACostafine town, it's a fine town^C#m, I'm coming home ^BmI feel so lonely, I'^Dve been too long a - ^Eway ^ACostafine town, it's a fine town,^C#m I'm coming home ^BmI wish I'd never ^DMade up my mind to st^Eray FADE

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