Forty pence butter chords and lyrics - HAMISH IMLACH

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[Verse 1]
[G]Eve[D]ryb[G]ody, listen while I sing.
High cost of living is a [D]terrible [G]thing.
[C]Every day you [G]go into a store,
[D]prices at the ceiling just a little bit more.
Buy [G]some potatoes, some meat for stew,
all you got left is [D]a penny or [G]two.
Look [C]at your pound,
[G]what do you [D]see?
It's only half as big as
it used to be
[G]Forty pence butter, ninety pence meat
How in the world can a [D]poor man [G]eat?[D]
[G]When the time comes,
there's hell to pay
Food goes up in the [D]same old [G]way
Gold [C]getting [G]higher,
the kids gotta dress
[D]How you gonna manage,
is anybody's guess?
Even [G]the mice that in the kitchen sing
Are down on their knees for [D]food and [G]drink
The price of [C]food, my [G]clothes and the [D]phone I'm
starving to death with nothing at all
[G]Forty pence butter, ninety pence meat
How in the world can a [D]poor man [G]eat?[D]
[G]You remember the days when
butter and meat
Were natural food for [D]people to [G]eat
I never [C]had much as [G]I now recall
[D]Nowadays I'm lucky if I eat at all
[G]Livin' in hope that I'll eat some day
Before my [D]body just goes waste [G]away
If they [C]don't cut [G]down the price of a cow I [D]can't even linger,
I'll starve right now
Forty [G]pence butter and ninety pence meat
How in the [D]world can a poor man [G]eat?[D]
[G]When you ask the cause of it all,
and you [D]align about ten feet [G]tall
[C]Moan and [G]groan and tear the [D]hair,
the high cost of being a millionaire
Fill [G]all the pages in all of the press,
to blame it on the minors of [D]the
[G]UCF
The [C]people who [G]took the milk from the school,
[D]still think we're easy food
Forty [G]pence butter, ninety pence meat
How in the world can [D]a poor man [G]eat?[D]
[G]I tell you people work
hard all your life
Supporting your kids and
[D]sometimes your [G]wife
The [C]cost of [G]aid could
make you sick
[D]Something's gotta happen,
happen quick
Prime
[G]Minister's working hard every day
Figuring out how to
[D]keep down your [G]pain
[C]Action time, [G]we're rockin' [D]folk
Singin' this song when
we're goin' to vote
Forty [G]fans clutter and ninety fans meet
How in the world can a [D]poor man [G]eat?[D][G]