Post World War Two Blues

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[Verse 1]
[D]I was a post-war baby
baby in [A]a small Scots town
I [G]was three years old when
we moved [A]down south
[D]Hard times written [A]in
my mother's looks
With her [G]widow's pension
and her [D]ration books
Aneurin Bevan took [A]the miners' cause
The [G]the House of Commons
in his [A]coal dust voice
We [D]were locked up safe
[A]and warm from the snow
With [G]"Life with the Lyons"
on the ra[D]dio
And [Bm]Churchill said to
[E]Louis Mountbatten
[Bm]"I just can't [E]stand to see you today
[Bm]How could you have gone and given
[E]In dia [G]away?"
Mountbatten just frowned,
said [A]"What can I say?
[D]Some of these things slip
[A]through your hands
And there's [G]no good talking or
[A]making plans"
[D]But Churchill he just [G]flapped his wings
Said [Em]"I don't really care to
[E]discuss [A]these thi[F#]ngs, but
[Bm]Oh, [E]every time I look [D]at you
[Bm]I feel so low I [E]don't
know what to [A]do
[G]Well every day just [A]seems to
bring bad [D]news[G][D]
Leaves me here with [A]the Post
World War Two Blues"
[D]

[Verse 2]
[G]1959 was a very [A]strange time
[G]A bad year for Labour and a
good [A]year for wine
[D]Uncle Ike was our[A] American pal
And [G]nobody talked about
the Suez [D]Canal
I can still remember the
[A]last time I cried
[G]The day that Buddy [A]Holly died
[D]I never met him,
so it [A]may seem strange
Don't [G]some people just
affect you [D]that way
[Bm]And all [E]in all it was good
[Bm]The even seemed to be in
[E]an optimistic mood
[Bm]While TW3 sa[E]t and laughed at it all
Till [G]some began to see
[A]the cracks in the walls
And [D]one day Macmillan [A]was
coming downstairs
[G]A voice in the dark caught [A]him unawares
It [D]was Christine Keeler blow
[G]ing him a kiss
He said [Em]"I never believed
it [E]could hap[A]pen like [F#]this
But [Bm]oh, [E]every time I look at you[D]
[Bm]I feel so low I [E]don't
know what to [A]do
Well [G]every day just [A]seems to
bring bad [D]news[G]
[D]Leaves me here with [A]the post World War Two Blues"

[Interlude 1]
[D][A]
[G][A][D]
[A][G][D][Bm][E]
[Bm][E][Bm][E]
[G][A]

[Verse 3]
I [D]came up to London when I [A]was nineteen
With a cor[G]duroy jacket and
a head [A]full of dreams
[D]In coffee bars I spent my [A]nights
Reading [G]Allen Ginsberg, talking [D]civil rights
The day Robert Kennedy
got [A]shot down
[G]The world was wearing [A]a deeper frown
And [D]though I knew that we'd [A]lost a friend
I [G]always believed we
would win in [D]the end
'Cause [Bm]music was the
[E]scenery[Bm]
Jimi Hendrix played [E]loud and free
[Bm]Sergeant Pepper was [E]real to me
[G]Songs and poems were
[A]all you [D]needed
Which way did the six[A]ties go?
Now Ra[G]mona's in Desol[A]ation Row
And [D]where I'm going I [G]hardly know
[Em]It surely wasn't like this[A] before [F#]but
[Bm]Oh, [E]every time I look [D]around[G]
[Bm]I feel so low my head
[E]seems under[A]ground
Well [G]every day just [A]seems to
bring bad [D]news[G]
[D]Leaves me here [A]with the Post
World War Two Blues
[D]

[Verse 4]
[Em]
[Bm]Oh, [E]every time I look at you[D]
I [Bm]feel so low [E]I don't
know what to [A]do
Well [G]every day just [A]seems to
bring bad [D]news[G]
[D]Leaves me here with [A]the post

[Outro 1]
World War Two Blues
[D][E][G][D]