Bernard Bolan

Bernard Bolan

The Old Number 10
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In the town that I once called me home, 
                                        F#m                        
It was early in winter; the evening was chill. 
     A                                                           
Just in for the day, and then far off tomorrow, 
                        D                                        
I'd just a few hours to kill. 

                                                                
Though I was indifferent, me feet were quite certain 
                             F#m                                   
Of just where they wanted to be: 
       A                                                         
It was off to the Old Number Ten where my friends 
                                  D                              
Would be drinking and waiting for me. 
                                                                
  G                            F#m 
I first had me doubts when the paint on the outside 
    G                     D                                       
Was no longer peeling and old, 
      G                         F#m                                 
And a sign that said gaily "Hot lunches served daily" 
        Em                        A                                
Had the blood in me veins running cold. 


 
[Refrão]
G D F#m walk up to B in bass You drinking men at the Old Number Ten, G D You seem such a long time ago. G D F#m You seem so much different since last time we met, A walk down to F# walk up to D But maybe it's me; I don't know. D Into the bar I went, ordered a jar and then F#m Looked for a face from the past, A But no one there knew me; the way they looked through me, D I might have been made out of glass. I said "I used to come here, you know, years and years ago." F#m "Well, Sir, it must warm your heart A To see, how we've changed it and quite rearranged it D And got it all looking quite smart. G F#m "I can tell by your clothes you're a fella who knows G D The way a good pub should be run, G F#m With no spitting or swearing or overall-wearing Em A Like the old days when you used to come". G D F#m walk up to B in bass But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten, G D You seem such a long time ago. G D F#m You seem so much different since last time we met, A walk down to F# walk up to D But maybe it's me; I don't know. With me heart feeling heavy as I was just ready F#m To finish me Guinness and go, A I saw an old face that glistened in the fire that had listened D To more tales than you'll ever know. With the years in between, it was foolish to dream F#m That he'd ever remember my face, A But I bought him a beer and as I set it down near him, D The old man looked up from his place. G F#m "By Christ, is it thee?" he said. "Well, bugger me," he said. G D "Champion to see thee again! G F#m Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said. Em A "Neither have you, me old friend." G F#m "Is it thee?" he said. "I'll go to sea" he said. G D "Champion to see thee again! G F#m Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said. Em A "Neither have you, my old friend." G D F#m walk up to B in bass But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten, G D You seem such a long time ago. G D F#m You seem so much different since last time we met, A walk down to F# walk up to D But maybe it's me; I don't know.

Enviado por: Alysson Antonio Lima

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