Just the main chords for the lyrics, I'm working on the complete tab. Greetings from
Pablo, in Cantabria. Thank you all.
Aunque jams leer esto, quiero acordarme de la chica que me descubri este grupazo.
Muchas gracias Esther.
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Close It Down - Wolfstone
Album: The Chase
(http://www.wolfstone.co.uk/)
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[C]Fifteen long [G]years in the s[C]trip mill at R[F]avenscraig,
[C]twenty-five [F]more in the [C]bowels of the [G]earth,
[C]digging for [G]fuel to [C]fire the [F]bosses
who [C]turn around and [F]tell us that [G]we've no more [C]work.
(Chorus)
[C]Close it down, [G]shut it. [C]Not enough [F]profit.
[C]Padlock the [F]gates, aye, and [C]send the men [G]home.
[C]No sir, not v[G]iable; [C]we've become [F]liable
for the [C]working class [F]people, whose [G]work is all [C]done.
[C]Long days in the s[G]hipyards, q[C]uietly w[F]aiting,
[C]redundancy [F]notice in [C]holiday [G]pay.
[C]Privatized [G]power for [C]fortunate [F]people
with s[C]hares in the m[F]arketplace r[G]eady to tr[C]ade.
(Chorus)
[C]Fat cats are [G]sharing the [C]cream of the [F]booty
while [C]people lay [F]shivering in [C]boxes of [G]card.
[C]No jobs [G]today; [C]come back to[F]morrow.
We'll [C]tell you the s[F]ame thing, it [G]isn't so [C]hard.
(Chorus)
[C]Lay off the w[G]orkers, the f[C]athers, the s[F]ons;
[C]people who s[F]pent their lives [C]under the [G]ground
[C]earning a [G]wage for a f[C]amily to k[F]eep all their
[C]heads above [F]water, 'til the n[G]ext work is f[C]ound.
Pablo, in Cantabria. Thank you all.
Aunque jams leer esto, quiero acordarme de la chica que me descubri este grupazo.
Muchas gracias Esther.
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Close It Down - Wolfstone
Album: The Chase
(http://www.wolfstone.co.uk/)
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[C]Fifteen long [G]years in the s[C]trip mill at R[F]avenscraig,
[C]twenty-five [F]more in the [C]bowels of the [G]earth,
[C]digging for [G]fuel to [C]fire the [F]bosses
who [C]turn around and [F]tell us that [G]we've no more [C]work.
(Chorus)
[C]Close it down, [G]shut it. [C]Not enough [F]profit.
[C]Padlock the [F]gates, aye, and [C]send the men [G]home.
[C]No sir, not v[G]iable; [C]we've become [F]liable
for the [C]working class [F]people, whose [G]work is all [C]done.
[C]Long days in the s[G]hipyards, q[C]uietly w[F]aiting,
[C]redundancy [F]notice in [C]holiday [G]pay.
[C]Privatized [G]power for [C]fortunate [F]people
with s[C]hares in the m[F]arketplace r[G]eady to tr[C]ade.
(Chorus)
[C]Fat cats are [G]sharing the [C]cream of the [F]booty
while [C]people lay [F]shivering in [C]boxes of [G]card.
[C]No jobs [G]today; [C]come back to[F]morrow.
We'll [C]tell you the s[F]ame thing, it [G]isn't so [C]hard.
(Chorus)
[C]Lay off the w[G]orkers, the f[C]athers, the s[F]ons;
[C]people who s[F]pent their lives [C]under the [G]ground
[C]earning a [G]wage for a f[C]amily to k[F]eep all their
[C]heads above [F]water, 'til the n[G]ext work is f[C]ound.
