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Date: Fri, 8 Dec 1995 14:04:43 GMT+1
 From: CHRISTER VARANchrister Varan 
 Subject: CRD: Lucky by Fish
 Hi, Fish lover.
 Here's a song I like very much.....
                              - Lucky -
                  from the album "Acustic Session" by Fish
 D    C    G
 D    C    G
 
 D
 He met with the world as a Dalkeith boy,
 Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
      C
 In a well oiled cage,
                      G
 That locked away his dreams.
    D
 An '85 veteran facefrom the gallery,
 A ghost from the civil war in the family,
    C
 He stood his ground on the picketline.
  G
 'Til all that he was left with,
          D
 Were his father's cough
 And his mother's eyes.
 That would hold a tear
 For the very first time,
          C                       G
 When the government took his job away.
     D
 Now fist in hand he'll stand in line.
 Declare his name and mark his time.
    C                                G
 To some the only proof that they're alive.
 
 
 CHORUS:
                    F
 He could have been you.        _|
 He could have been me.          |
                    D#           |    x 2
 He could have been anybody      |
 (Bb)            F               |
 But he was born lucky.         _|
 
 
 F    D#    Bb
 
 F
 He mad his first downpayment,
 On a sharp Italian suit.
          D#                    Bb
 He sewed razor blades into the lapels,
 F
 See him sweating on the dancefloor.
 Coal dust oozing out of every pore.
   D#
 A hard man with a hard life,
              Bb
 And that's a story that he'll tell you,
         F
 Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw.
 On a Saturday, he knows the score,
 D#
 Till the whistle blows and,
                        Bb
 The tempers with their colours fade away.
 
 {CHORUS}
 
 D    C    G
        D
 On the helipads at Aberdeen
 Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas,
           C
 Where the trawlers are getting fewer
       G
 Every year.
        D
 By the furnaces at Ravenscraig,
 By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates,
        C                              G
 In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh,
           D
 Where the poppies grow,
 Behind the Hampden roar,
 Behind the drums in Genoa.
        C                                G
 On the deck that rides a south Atlantic swell,
 D
 Born to fight out of the tightest corner.
 You can bet on him with the odds against you,
 C
 They'll not put him down
                         G
 No matter how hard they try.
 
 {CHORUS}
 
 
 Repeat
 
 F    D#    Bb
 
 till end.
 
 Christer Varan
 
 C.Varan@ET.TUDelft.NL