Birmingham Six chords
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There were [D] sixx men in Birmingham
In[G] Guildfordx there's [D] fourx
[D] Thatx were picked up and tortured
And[G] framedx by the [A] lawx
And the[D] filthx got promotion
But they're still doing[G] timex
For being[D] Irishx in the wrong place
And[G] atx the wrong [A] timex
In[D] Irelandx they'll put you a[G]wayx in the [D] Mazex
[D] Inx England they'll keep you for [G] severalx long [A] daysx
God[D] helpx you if ever you're caught on these [G] shoresx
The[D] coppersx need someone and they [G] walkx through that [A] doorx
You'll be[D] countingx years
First[G] fivex then ten
[A7]Growingx old in a [D] lonelyx hell
[D]Roundx the yard and the [G] stinkingx cell
From[A] wallx to wall and [D] backx again
A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent wrongly accused
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged be the judges
When they rot down in hell
You'll be counting years
First five then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall and back again
Break: ([C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[A])xx
May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out their sins in their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
You'll be counting years
First five then ten
Growing old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall and back again
Counting years
First five then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall and back again
Break: ([C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[D])xx ( [C] xxx ,[A])xx
In
And
And the
But they're still doing
For being
And
In
God
The
You'll be
First
From
A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent wrongly accused
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged be the judges
When they rot down in hell
You'll be counting years
First five then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall and back again
Break: (
May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out their sins in their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
You'll be counting years
First five then ten
Growing old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall and back again
Counting years
First five then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall and back again
Break: (