Funeral Sessions

Dm C Son I’m only passing through, I just called by to say Bb Gm Dm My respects to an old friend who passed away Dm C Tell your Ma, I’ll see her after, I’m not hanging round this place Bb Gm Dm The temptation is too much for me to take F When they found him, he was still Gm Stone cold on St. Michael’s hill Bb C He scored bad gear in Henrietta Place Dm All the drunkards they stay local C All the junkies go to town Bb Gm Dm So I took my second chance & I got out Dm C Son I’m straight but it aint great, I’m barely getting by Bb Gm Dm With the boys I ran with dropping off like flies Dm C I’m cosying a taxi in the midland’s afternoon Bb Gm Dm Delivering their takeaways at night F Well they’re making their confessions Gm In the lounge at funeral sessions Bb C There’s only so much sorrow you can drown Dm Leaves a trace, does the dark years C On the hard faces of your peers Bb Gm Dm Only ever leave the stool when it’s their round. F Gm Still I miss waking up to find the horses in the garden Bb C Close the gate, they’ll eat your Mother’s flowers F Summer evening on the avenue Gm Playing squares or path to pavement Bb C A few tins with Sylvester’s & the Powers Dm C Son I best be going, I don’t know when I’ll rise again Bb Gm Dm Son I’m sorry that our prospects are so bleak Dm C A funeral’s a sad excuse to see your only son Bb Gm Dm But I’ll be back to my old tricks within a month F In my head on a clear day Gm I hear my late great father say Bb C You come from here you only got 3 routes Dm Be a drunkard & stay local C Be a gear head, go to town Bb Gm Dm Or you take your second chance & you get out F All the drunkards they stay local Gm All the junkies go to town Bb Gm Dm So I took my second chance & I got out