Tom Odell - Jubilee road

It’s a ^Flate Friday ^Cnight, the ^Fstreet lamps are ^Cshining up in^Am my-- ^Dbedr^Goom. There’s a ^Fmighty big ^Cfight between the ^Fthunder and ^Clightning, I wonder ^Amwho--^D will ^Glose. There’s a ^E7party bal^Amloon and I ^Fain’t been in^Gvited. Hey, ^E7look at that ^Ammoon, there ^Fain’t nothing ^Glike it. All ^Cgrey^E7 and ^Fgold^{D C}Down on ^GJubilee ^FRoad.^{C F C}

Can see ^FMr. Bouv^Cier, in his ^Ftwo-bedroom ^Cbasement in his ^Ampurple^D dunga^Grees. He’s ^Fgrumpy and he’s ^Cgrey, always ^Fsweeping off the ^Cpavement cigar^Amettes^D and l^Geaves. His ^E7kid’s up in ^AmChina and his ^Fwife’s up in ^Gheaven. ^E7Always I ^Amwave, ‘cause he’s ^Fgot this ex^Gpression That he’s ^Cso-^E7- al^Fone ^{D C}Down on ^GJubilee ^FRoad.^{C F C}

^AmOh-- I think to^Dmorrow night I will ^Gknock on his door and hear all a^Cbout his life, Because I ^E7think that’s the kind of thing that ^AmI might like when I’m ^Bbold, When I’m ^Fold.

There’s ^FMax and there’s ^CMaude in the ^Fhouse by the s^Ctation, call them ^Ammy--^D best ^Gfriends. But he ^Fdrinks like a ^Chorse, and she ^Fdon’t appre^Cciate it, all this ^Ammoney he ^Dseems to ^Gspend. I can ^E7hear them to^Amnight; he can’t ^Ffind no vo^Gcation. And the ^E7neighbours they ^Amsigh, at that ^Fnew gener^Gation Just ^Cget^E7ting ^Amstoned^{D C}Down on ^GJubilee ^FRoad.^{C F C}

^AmOh, I think in the ^Dsummertime I will ^Gcall you up make every^Cthing alright, And we’ll ^E7fill up our cups with that ^Ambitter wine, and I’ll ^Bbshow you, I’ll ^Fshow you..

The ^Fmice are still ^Chere, your ^Fwardrobe’s still ^Cempty, and the ^Amwalls are s^Dtill paper ^Gthin. And the ^Fneighbours my ^Cdear, well I ^Fthink they still ^Chate me for all these ^Amsongs I ^Dendlessly ^Gsing. Because it ^E7ain’t no perfect s^Amtreet, I ^Fain’t no perfect ^Glover, And ^E7life it is ^Ambrief, I don’t ^Fthink we get no ^Gother. ^CCome ^E7back ^Amhome,^{D C}Down on ^GJubilee ^AmRoad. ^{D C}Down on ^GJubilee ^FRoad. ^C