Intro 
D D D 
G A D D (2X) 

Verse 
       D                                G 
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning, 
          A                            D 
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes, 
    D                              G 
She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me, 
          A                               D 
I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die. 
        D                            G 
They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow, 
     A                                 D 
Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got, 
              D                                G 
They're gonna try and make me change my way of living, 
            A                            D 
But they'll never make me something that I'm not. 


[Refrão]
          D                 G 
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, 
       A                      D 
but my heart lies in old West Virginia, 
      D                     G           A 
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee, 
        A                                     D 
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen. 

G A D D (2X) 

VERSE 
        E                   A 
They're putting us in identical little boxes, 
   B                      E 
No character just uniformity, 
        E                                      A 
They're trying to build a computerised community, 
            B                          E 
But they'll never make a zombie out of me. 
        E                        A 
They'll try and make me study elocution, 
  B                              E 
Because they say my accent isn't right, 
         E                                  A 
They can clear the slums as part of their solution, 
            B                           E 
But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride. 
          E                 A 
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, 
       B                         E 
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, 
          E 
Though my hills they're not green, 
     A               B 
I've seen them in my dreams, 
        B 
Take me back to those Black Hills, 
                  E 
That I have never seen. 

A B E(3x) 


[Refrão]
           E                 A 
Well I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, 
       B                         E 
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, 
          E 
Though my hills are not green, 
     A               B 
I've seen them in my dreams, 
        B 
Take me back to those Black Hills, 
                  E 
That I have never seen. 

A B E(3x) 

A B E E