Barclay James Harvest

S ^C ky was bl ^G ack, Lord, r ^D ain came pouring d ^Em own
Nu ^C mber 12 bus shu ^G ffling down S ^D haw Road w ^Am ay
M ^C ules keep spin ^G ning, black-faced li ^D fers peck the gr ^Em ound
S ^C un comes up like lig ^G htning over Ta ^D ndle Hills g ^Am rey
Ch.
We are m ^G ill boys, stuck on the h ^Am ill boys
Stuck in the m ^C ill boys, 't ^F ill our dying d ^G ay
Ch. on Poor Boy Blues (Solo)
Co ^C tton mill will g ^G et you, boy, she'll t ^D ake you to your g ^Em rave
Te ^C ll you boy to u ^G se your head, app ^D rentice out your d ^Am ays
Yo ^C u'll end up in nothing, boy, with cott ^G on as your trade ^{D Em}
S ^C un comes up like lig ^G htning over Ta ^D ndle Hills g ^Am rey
Ch. *2
It's e ^C asy to see a ^G poor boy's blues
When he's wo ^Am rking every d ^G ay
It's ha ^C rder to be there i ^G n his shoes
He was b ^Am orn to be that w ^G ay
Barclay James Harvest.Everyone is everybody else.1974.
Chords by AMJ.