runrig – smalltown
capo – 4th fret
listen to the song for the rhythm , but an easy tune .
intro : G
G C
tell me where oh where has summer gone
D G
it hasn’t come this year
G C
you always cry when swallows fly
D G
with doubts in search of dreams
G
he’s a working man
Em
can’t you understand
Am D
and he sweats for a mans release
G
but you’ve seen the lie
C
in the children’s eyes
D G
as heroes turn to tears
Em Am
tell me how
D G
this life won’t let you go
Em Am
tell me how
D
this same old fool
G
keeps coming back to you
it’s the same old scene it’s always been
men flex muscle fast
and men pull punches after hours
when the moments spell is cast
so you take your chance
at the smalltown dance
where romances is up and gone
it’s friday night
you’re another man wife
and you waltz that lie till dawn
( chorus )
tell me where oh were has summer gone
it hasn’t come this year
you always cry when swallows fly
they confirm your darkest fears
when a bottle strikes
down one mans life
and his children’s lives as well
the full moon pulls you
many times
to the outer edge of hell
( chorus )
runrig – smalltown
capo – 4th fret
listen to the song for the rhythm , but an easy tune .
intro : G
G C
tell me where oh where has summer gone
D G
it hasn’t come this year
G C
you always cry when swallows fly
D G
with doubts in search of dreams
G
he’s a working man
Em
can’t you understand
Am D
and he sweats for a mans release
G
but you’ve seen the lie
C
in the children’s eyes
D G
as heroes turn to tears
Em Am
tell me how
D G
this life won’t let you go
Em Am
tell me how
D
this same old fool
G
keeps coming back to you
it’s the same old scene it’s always been
men flex muscle fast
and men pull punches after hours
when the moments spell is cast
so you take your chance
at the smalltown dance
where romances is up and gone
it’s friday night
you’re another man wife
and you waltz that lie till dawn
( chorus )
tell me where oh were has summer gone
it hasn’t come this year
you always cry when swallows fly
they confirm your darkest fears
when a bottle strikes
down one mans life
and his children’s lives as well
the full moon pulls you
many times
to the outer edge of hell
( chorus )
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