Bill Ryder-Jones - Two To Birkenhead Chords

Bill Ryder-Jones - Two To Birkenhead Chords

Intro

A D D#m Bm D F#m E   X2 but last time A instead of E

Verse
A       C#m   D             C#m        D
Take me somewhere I'm not likely to forget
     A                    D
Two singles to Birkenhead
    C#m                       D
To thimbles in need of thread
                         C#m     A                D
Where do you go when you don't know you've done wrong?
              Bm            A       D
Slipping on, running from, wakin' alone.
 
Ohh

Chorus
A
I'm coming round
              C#m                         D
The words you gave me only fell to the ground
              D#m                 A    D                 A
I like fun, where's the fun in being alone?

And counting scars 
          C#m                     D
You only hate the things that you are
                          D#m
I never get the things you say
              Bm      D                 F#m       D
Though I'll smile anyway.

Bridge

A D D#m Bm D F#m E and D on second time

Post- Chorus bit
                     A
And turning on your side
     C#m                 D
You said, "Don't be too long."
                      A
I said I'll be right back
          E               D
Though I kept my fingers crossed
                     A
And sitting on your hands
         C#m              D
Well it kind of broke my heart
                   A
It wasn't in the plan
         E              D
When we went to Conway park
             A
And as I'm slipping out
     C#m                   D
You whispered, "Desperate times"

                            E
You say that desperate times
          E                 D 
Call for desperate pleasures
                            A
They say that desperate times
          E                 D
Call for desperate pleasures
                            A
They say that desperate times
          E                 D
Call for desperate pleasures
                            A
They say that desperate times
          E                 D
Call for desperate pleasures
                            A
They say that desperate times

E D A E D C#m D A E D A E D (let ring)

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