F There`s a man I meet,Walks Fsus2 up our street,
Bb He`s a worker for the council,Ha C s been twenty years
F And he takes no lip off nobody,A Fsus2 nd litter off the gutter,
Bb Puts it in a bag,And n C ever thinks to mutter
F And he packs his lunch in a Sunblest bag,The Fsus2 children call him Bogie,
Bb He never lets on,But I C know `cause he once told me
F He let me know a secret,About the Fsus2 money in his kitty,
Bb He`s gonna buy a dinghy,Gonna C call her Dignity
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Bb And I`ll sail her up the west coast, C Through villages and towns,
Am I`ll be on my holidays,Th Dm ey`ll be doing their rounds
Bb They`ll ask me how I got her I`ll say, C I saved my money,
Am Dm Am Bb C F
Deacon Blue
