Richard Thompson

^Dm We were heroes them, ^A7 and the girls were all ^Dm pretty
^Dm And a uniform was a lucky charm
^Bb7 Bought you the key to the ^A7 city
^F We used to dance the ^F whole night through
^Bb7 While Al Bowlly sang, 'The ^Eb7 Very Thought of You'
^Em7b5 Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and ^A7 I'm in limbo ^Dm now
I gave my youth to King and country
But what's my country done for me
But sentenced me to misery
I traded my helmet and my parachute
For a pair of crutches and a de-mob suit
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
^F Hard ^C Times, ^F hard hard ^C times
^F Hostels and ^C missions and ^F dosser's soup ^C lines
^F Can't close me ^C eyes on a ^F bench or a ^C bed
^Bb7 For the sound of some battle raging ^A7 in my head
Old friends, You lose so many
You get run around all over town
The wear and the tear of it just drag you down
St Mungo's with its dirty old sheets
Beats standing all day down on Scarborough Street
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
Guitar Solo (see tab below)
Can't stay here, got to foot slog
Once in a blue moon, you might find a job
Sleep in the rain, sleep in the snow
When the beds are all taken, you've got nowehere to go
I can see me now, back there on the dance-floor
With a blond on me arm, red head to spare
spit on me shoes and shine in me hair
And there's Al Bowlly, up on the stand
That was a voice, and that was a band
Al Bowlly's in Heaven, and I'm in limbo now
Guitar solo
^{Dm A7
Dm Dm
Dm Dm Bb7
A7 F F
Bb7 Eb7 Em7b5
A7 Dm Dm C7 F}