Chords:
C E Am F C G7 C G
Chorus:
C7 F G7 F G7 F G G7 C ... G
It's Hard, it's sad, when you loose everything you've ever had,
that's when, you find your true friends,
you go down, to sign on, take a tiket sit next to someone,
you'll know their story, by the end of the day.
Chorus: It's hard, you know it's true, so here is, my advice
to you, Never Let The Bastards Grind You Down.
Two weeks later the postman comes, with a giro for two weeks,
that'll hardly last one,
You cash it in, and blow it all in a day,
you go to see, a bloke you know, he gives you a coffee and a
little bit blow, he's flat stoney broke too, so you know he's a friend.
Ch:
Presently, as time goes by, you see a job on offer, think 'I'll
Give it a try', C.V. , and covering letter required,
You get called for an interview, start to thinkin' this one's
for you but, two weeks later, you get the 'dear john'.
Ch:
It's a joke, one of lifes crazy games, gives you a dream then
blows it away, but you'd better fight back, or you'll sink like a stone,
It ain't your fault, it's no disgrace, if a door gets slammed
in your face coz the world is your oyster, so let's go fishing my friend!
Chorus & out.
(c) Dave Forshaw
Samhanesson Music
