Tramp the Dirt Down chords and lyrics - ELVIS COSTELLO

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[Intro 1]
[Em][G][Em][D]

[Verse 1]
I saw a [G]news[D]paper pic[Em]ture
from the [Am]polit[C] ical campa[G]ign
A woman [D]was [Em]kiss[G]ing [C#dim]a child,
who [Am]was ob[C]viously in p[G]ain
She spills [D]with com[Em]passion,
[G]as [C#dim]that young child's face[C]
In her hands she [G]grips
Can [Bm]you [D]ima [Em]gine all [G]that
[C#dim]greed and avarice
[C]Coming down on that child's lips

[Verse 2]
Well I hope I don't [G]die [D]too [Em]soon
[G]I pray [C]the Lord my soul [G]to save
Yes I'll [D]be [Em]a good [D]boy,
[G]I'm[C#dim] trying so hard to b[C]ehave
[G]Becau[D]se there's one[Em] thin[D]g I kn[C#dim]ow,
I'd like to live
[C]Long enough to sa[G]vor
That's [C]when [G]they [Am]finally [G]put[Am]
you in the [G]ground
[C]I'll stand [G]on [Am]your [G]grave and
[Am]tramp the dirt [G]down[D]

[Verse 3]
When [G]England was [Em]the whore
of [D]the world
[Em]Margaret was [D]her madam
And the future looked
as bright and as clear
As the [G]black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps [D]well at [G]night,
Isn't haunted by every tiny [C]detail
When she [Am]held that lovely
face in her hands
All she [D]thought of [Em]was betrayal

[Interlude 1]
[Em][D]

[Verse 4]
And now [G]the cynic[D]al [Em]ones
[G]Say [D]that it [C]all ends the same
in the long [G]run
[D]Try telling that [G]to the desperate
[D]father[C#dim]
Who [C]just squeezed the life
from his only [G]son
[D]And how it's [Em]only [G]voices [C#dim]in your head
And [C]dreams you've never [G]dreamt
Try [D]telling [Em]him [D]the subtle
differ[C#dim]ence
Between [C]justice and con[G]tempt

[Verse 5]
Try telling [Em]me she i[D]sn't a[A]ngry[C#dim]
With this [C]pitiful discon[G]tent
When [D]they [G]fla[Em]unt it in [D]your fac[C#dim]e
As you [A]line [C]up for [G]punishment
And [D]then ex[Em]pect you to
[D]say [C#dim]thank you
Straighten [C]up, look proud and [G]pleased
Be[D]cause you've [Em]only [D]got the symp[C#dim]toms,
You haven't [C]got the whole dis[G]ease
Just like [D]a school

[Verse 6]
[Em]boy,
Whose [D]head's like a tin-can
[C#dim]Filled Filled up[C] wi[Em]th dreams[C]
then poured down [G]the drain
Try telling [Em]that to [D]the boys
on both [C#dim]sides,
Being blown [C]to bits or beaten and [G]maimed
Who [C]takes [G]all the [Am]glory[G]
and [Am]none of the [D]shame
Well I hope [G]you live

[Verse 7]
[A]long [Em]now,[Em]
[G]I pray [C]the Lord your soul [G]to keep
I think I'll [D]be go[Em] ing[A][G]
[D]befor[C#dim]e[Em]
We fold our [C]arms and start [D]to [G]weep
[D]I never [Em]thought [D]for a mo[C#dim]ment
That human [C]life could be so [G]cheap
But [C]when [G]they [Am]finally [G]put[Am]
you in the [G]ground
They'll [C]stand [G]there [Am]laugh
[G]ing and [Am]tramp the dirt [G]down