Intro  E x 4

Verse
E
Jocks got a vote in parochia 
Ten long years and he's still got her
C#m            B  
Paying tax and doing stir
A      B       E
Worry about it later
        E
And the wind blows hard and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
C#m                    B
Music's food 'till the art biz folds
A            B   E
Let them all eat culture

Chorus
E                      G#
The past is steeped in shame
      A            E
But tomorrows fair game
                          G#
For a life that's fit for living
A             E
 Good morning Britain

Verse
E
Twenty years and a loaded gun 
Funerals fear and the war ain't won
C#m             B
Paddy's still a figure of fun
   A           B   E 
It lightens up the danger
      E       
And a corporal sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
C#m                     B
He's killing more than Celtic joy
  A          B E
Death is not a stranger
E
Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's loud sweet voice but it won't give way
C#m              B
A house is not a holiday
      A             B  E
Your son's are leaving home Neil
   E                                  
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
    C#m      B 
The echo of eternity
A                      B E
With a rak - a - rak - a feel

Chorus
E                      G#
The past is steeped in shame
      A            E
But tomorrows fair game
                          G#
For a life that's fit for living
A             E
 Good morning Britain

Instrumental link

Verse
E        F#
From the Tyne to where the Thames does flow
   A#
My English brothers and sisters know
     B
It's not case of where you go
     F#
It's race and creed and colour
         F#
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
       A#
On the underground's just a stop away
      B
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
                  F#
Just get a little duller
    F#
But in this green and pleasant land
        A# 
Where I make my home I'll make my stand
B
Make it cool just to be a man
  F#
A uniform's a traitor
F#
Love is international
    A# 
And if you stand or if you fall
     B
Just let them know you gave your all
               F#
Worry about it later

Chorus
F#                     A#
The past is steeped in shame
      B            F#
But tomorrows fair game
      F#                 A#
For a life that's fit for living
B             F#
 Good morning Britain
F#                     A#
The past is steeped in shame
      B            F#
But tomorrows fair game
      F#                 A#
For a life that's fit for living
B             F#
 Good morning Britain