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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":68489,"song":"Lucky","artist":"Fish","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11544312-lucky-chords-by-fish/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/68489?type=chord","rating":4.78068,"votes":4,"content":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\r\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##\r\n\r\n\r\n[ch]D[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[ch]D[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nHe met with the world as a Dalkeith boy,[/tab]\r\nRaised from a shaft at Monktonhall\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn a well oiled cage,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThat locked away his dreams.[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAn '85 veteran facefrom the gallery,[/tab]\r\nA ghost from the civil war in the family,\r\n[tab]   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nHe stood his ground on the picketline.[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]\r\n'Til all that he was left with,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWere his father's cough[/tab]\r\nAnd his mother's eyes.\r\nThat would hold a tear\r\nFor the very first time,\r\n[tab]         [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWhen the government took his job away.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNow fist in hand he'll stand in line.[/tab]\r\nDeclare his name and mark his time.\r\n[tab]   [ch]C[/ch]                                [ch]G[/ch]\r\nTo some the only proof that they're alive.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nCHORUS:\r\n[tab]                   [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHe could have been you.        _|[/tab]\r\nHe could have been me.          |\r\n                   D#           |    x 2\r\nHe could have been anybody      |\r\n[tab]([ch]Bb[/ch])            [ch]F[/ch]               |\r\nBut he was born lucky.         _|[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[ch]F[/ch]    [ch]D#[/ch]    [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]\r\nHe mad his first downpayment,[/tab]\r\nOn a sharp Italian suit.\r\n[tab]         [ch]D#[/ch]                    [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nHe sewed razor blades into the lapels,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]\r\nSee him sweating on the dancefloor.[/tab]\r\nCoal dust oozing out of every pore.\r\n[tab]  [ch]D#[/ch]\r\nA hard man with a hard life,[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nAnd that's a story that he'll tell you,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]\r\nDown at Easter Road till his throat is raw.[/tab]\r\nOn a Saturday, he knows the score,\r\n[tab][ch]D#[/ch]\r\nTill the whistle blows and,[/tab]\r\n[tab]                       [ch]Bb[/ch]\r\nThe tempers with their colours fade away.[/tab]\r\n\r\n{CHORUS}\r\n\r\n[ch]D[/ch]    [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nOn the helipads at Aberdeen[/tab]\r\nBound for platforms drilling oil rich seas,\r\n[tab]          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWhere the trawlers are getting fewer[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G[/ch]\r\nEvery year.[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBy the furnaces at Ravenscraig,[/tab]\r\nBy the padlocks holding John Brown's gates,\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                              [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIn the desert, in the fields of South Armagh,[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWhere the poppies grow,[/tab]\r\nBehind the Hampden roar,\r\nBehind the drums in Genoa.\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                                [ch]G[/ch]\r\nOn the deck that rides a south Atlantic swell,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]\r\nBorn to fight out of the tightest corner.[/tab]\r\nYou can bet on him with the odds against you,\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nThey'll not put him down[/tab]\r\n[tab]                        [ch]G[/ch]\r\nNo matter how hard they try.[/tab]\r\n\r\n{CHORUS}\r\n\r\n\r\n[ch]F[/ch]    [ch]D#[/ch]    [ch]Bb[/ch]\r","plain_text":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#\n#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##\n\n\nD    C    G\nD    C    G\n\n\nRaised from a shaft at Monktonhall\n\n\n\nA ghost from the civil war in the family,\n\n\n\nAnd his mother's eyes.\nThat would hold a tear\nFor the very first time,\n\n\nDeclare his name and mark his time.\n\n\n\nCHORUS:\n\nHe could have been me.          |\n                   D#           |    x 2\nHe could have been anybody      |\n\n\n\nF    D#    Bb\n\n\nOn a sharp Italian suit.\n\n\nCoal dust oozing out of every pore.\n\n\n\nOn a Saturday, he knows the score,\n\n\n\n{CHORUS}\n\nD    C    G\n\nBound for platforms drilling oil rich seas,\n\n\n\nBy the padlocks holding John Brown's gates,\n\n\nBehind the Hampden roar,\nBehind the drums in Genoa.\n\n\nYou can bet on him with the odds against you,\n\n\n\n{CHORUS}\n\n\nF    D#    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