Down In The Tude Station - Jam, guitar chords

Published: 2014-07-02 20:58
Selection chords: Sofia Davis

Gm                 C7
The distant echo
Gm                  C7                  Fmaj7
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
Gm                 C7
To take them home to
Gm                  C7                  Fmaj7
The ones that they love and who love them forever
Gm                              C7
The glazed, dirty steps
Gm                  C7                                     Fmaj7
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Gm                  C7              Gm                  C7
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
                  F                                    Am
Except for toffee wrappers and this mornings papers
A#                     C
Mr Jones got run down
F                      		        Am
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
A#                                 C
Madmen on the rampage
F                      		              Am                A#     C
And Iʼm down in the tube station at midnight. Oooooooooooh

Gm                 C7
I fumble for change
Gm                  C7                  Fmaj7
And pull out the queen, smiling, beguiling
Gm                 C7
I put in the money
Gm                  C7        Fmaj7
And pull out a plumb behind me
Gm                      C7
Whispers in the shadows
Gm                  C7       Fmaj7
Gruff blazing voices, hating, waiting
Gm                      C7     Gm                      C7
ʼHey boyʼ they shout, have you got any money?

                 F                      		     Am
And I said, Iʼve a little money and a take away curry.
A#                                           C
Iʼm on my way home to my wife
F                      		     Am
Sheʼll be lining up the cutlery, you know sheʼs expecting me,
A#                                           C
Polishing the glasses and out the cork?.
F                      		              Am                A#     C
And Iʼm down in the tube station at midnight. Oooooooooooh

I first felt a fist
And then a kick, I could now smell their breath,
They smelt of pubs
And Wormwood scrubs and too many right wing meetings.
My life swan around me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather, it blended in with the weather,
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth,
It blocked my senses
Couldnʼt see, hear, speak any longer.
And Iʼm down in the tube station at midnight. Oooooooooooh
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight. Oooooooooooh

The last thing I saw as I lay there on the floor
Was ʼJesus savesʼ painted by an atheist nutter
And a British rail poster read ? have an awayday a cheap holiday, do it today?

I glanced back on my life and thought about my wife
Cause they took the keys and she?ll think its me
And Iʼm down in the tube station at midnight. Oooooooooooh
The wine will be flat and the curry?s gone cold

Iʼm down in the tube station at midnight. Oooooooooooh
Donʼt wanna go
And Iʼm down in the tube station at midnight. Oooooooooooh