Artist: Gerry Cinnamon
[INTRO]
[G] [C] [D] [C] [G] x3
[VERSE 1]
[G]I've got a mate who's a shaman, gets anything you want in no [C]time
[D]A weekend at Bernie's is a [C]few days without any [G]sunshine
[G]I know a right dour-faced bastard, a really nice guy but he hates [C]life
he's got [D]sarcastic eyeballs and a [C]tongue that can slash like a [G]lock-knife
[CHORUS]
[Em]These faces I've known growing [C]up on the streets in the[G] southside
[Em]From the hills of the 'milk to the [C]parade in the ea[G]stend
I rem[Em]ember the change in the [C]accents on the wes[G]tside
[Em]Makin money till there's [C]no time left to [G]spend
it's aw[Em] bullshit but we [C]aw still prete[G]nd
[G] [D]
[VERSE 2]
[G]When A was a wean I used to sell puff to make m[C]oney
[D]but we'd smoke all the profit and by [C]Friday it was no longer [G]funny
[G]A know a guy who's a lightweight, one or two jars and he's b[C]uckelt,
He's the [D]guy that loses keys has tae b[C]reak into his ain hoos and gets h[G]uckelt
[CHORUS]
[Em]These faces I've known growing [C]up on the streets in the [G]southside
[Em]From the swords in the schemes tae the[C] Art School dreams of the[G] toon
and when[Em] a lie awake in the n[C]ight time these things I re[G]member
[Em]Some happy, some sad, bring a [C]smile tae ma face when am [G]doon
in the [Em]Priory or in Sinb[C]ad's in Dunoon[G]
[G]
[VERSE 3]
Av been a[D]ll round the world but there's [C]nowhere compares tae ma [G]hometown
[Em]The mayhem eh Glesga is [C]buried deep in ma b[G]lood
and t[D]here's no other place where a c[C]unt might no be a put do[G]wn
[Em]It's 13 degrees an there's [C]folk in the street in the [G]scud
[OUTRO]
No the [Em]best place but there's d[C]iamonds in the mu[G]d
No the [Em]best place but there's d[C]iamonds in the mu[G]d
No the [Em]best place but there's di[C]amonds
[G] [C] [D] [C] [G] x3
[VERSE 1]
[G]I've got a mate who's a shaman, gets anything you want in no [C]time
[D]A weekend at Bernie's is a [C]few days without any [G]sunshine
[G]I know a right dour-faced bastard, a really nice guy but he hates [C]life
he's got [D]sarcastic eyeballs and a [C]tongue that can slash like a [G]lock-knife
[CHORUS]
[Em]These faces I've known growing [C]up on the streets in the[G] southside
[Em]From the hills of the 'milk to the [C]parade in the ea[G]stend
I rem[Em]ember the change in the [C]accents on the wes[G]tside
[Em]Makin money till there's [C]no time left to [G]spend
it's aw[Em] bullshit but we [C]aw still prete[G]nd
[G] [D]
[VERSE 2]
[G]When A was a wean I used to sell puff to make m[C]oney
[D]but we'd smoke all the profit and by [C]Friday it was no longer [G]funny
[G]A know a guy who's a lightweight, one or two jars and he's b[C]uckelt,
He's the [D]guy that loses keys has tae b[C]reak into his ain hoos and gets h[G]uckelt
[CHORUS]
[Em]These faces I've known growing [C]up on the streets in the [G]southside
[Em]From the swords in the schemes tae the[C] Art School dreams of the[G] toon
and when[Em] a lie awake in the n[C]ight time these things I re[G]member
[Em]Some happy, some sad, bring a [C]smile tae ma face when am [G]doon
in the [Em]Priory or in Sinb[C]ad's in Dunoon[G]
[G]
[VERSE 3]
Av been a[D]ll round the world but there's [C]nowhere compares tae ma [G]hometown
[Em]The mayhem eh Glesga is [C]buried deep in ma b[G]lood
and t[D]here's no other place where a c[C]unt might no be a put do[G]wn
[Em]It's 13 degrees an there's [C]folk in the street in the [G]scud
[OUTRO]
No the [Em]best place but there's d[C]iamonds in the mu[G]d
No the [Em]best place but there's d[C]iamonds in the mu[G]d
No the [Em]best place but there's di[C]amonds
Used chords
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