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[A]I was sur[G]prised, I was[D] happy for a [G]day in 1[A]975[G]
[F#m]I was puzzled b[Em]y a dream, s[D]tayed with me all [G]day in 199[A]5[G]
[F#m]My brother [Em]had confessed h[D]e was gay
It t[G]ook the heat off [A]me for a while[G]
[F#m]He stood up with a s[Em]ailor friend
[D]Made it known u[G]pon my sisters w[A]edding day[G][(F#m][-][Em][-][A)]
[A]I got married i[G]n a rush to s[D]ave a kid from b[G]eing deported
Now sh[A]e's in love[G]
[F#m]I was so touch[Em]ed, I was m[D]oved to kick the cr[G]utches
From my c[A]rippled friend[G]
[F#m]She was not imp[Em]ressed that I cu[D]red her on the S[G]abbath
So I w[A]ent to confess[G]
[D]When she saw the [D/B]funny side, w[D/F#]e introduced my ch[D/G]ild bride
To w[A]hisky and gin[G]
The priest in the booth had a photographic memory
For all he had heard
He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In"
So I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's
They don't seem to mind
[D]I gave myself to sin
I ga[F#m]ve myself to Providence
And I[C]'ve been there and back again
The [Em]state that I am in
Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me
I am stupid and blind
Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boys empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
My crippled friend
David Barra. Please, any comments: [email protected]
[A]I was sur[G]prised, I was[D] happy for a [G]day in 1[A]975[G]
[F#m]I was puzzled b[Em]y a dream, s[D]tayed with me all [G]day in 199[A]5[G]
[F#m]My brother [Em]had confessed h[D]e was gay
It t[G]ook the heat off [A]me for a while[G]
[F#m]He stood up with a s[Em]ailor friend
[D]Made it known u[G]pon my sisters w[A]edding day[G][(F#m][-][Em][-][A)]
[A]I got married i[G]n a rush to s[D]ave a kid from b[G]eing deported
Now sh[A]e's in love[G]
[F#m]I was so touch[Em]ed, I was m[D]oved to kick the cr[G]utches
From my c[A]rippled friend[G]
[F#m]She was not imp[Em]ressed that I cu[D]red her on the S[G]abbath
So I w[A]ent to confess[G]
[D]When she saw the [D/B]funny side, w[D/F#]e introduced my ch[D/G]ild bride
To w[A]hisky and gin[G]
The priest in the booth had a photographic memory
For all he had heard
He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In"
So I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's
They don't seem to mind
[D]I gave myself to sin
I ga[F#m]ve myself to Providence
And I[C]'ve been there and back again
The [Em]state that I am in
Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me
I am stupid and blind
Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boys empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
My crippled friend
David Barra. Please, any comments: [email protected]
