Chords for Al Stewart - Post World War Two Blues da Past, Present and Future 1973

[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ I was a post-war [C#] baby in a small [B] Scotch town, I was three years [C#] old.
We moved down [F#] south, hard times ridden in my [G#] mother's [B] looks,
with a weight of a [E] fortune of [F#] irrational books.
And I remember, [C#] took the minus [B] cards to the house,
[C#] got my dreams cold as ice.
We were [F#] locked up, [C#] sitting warm in the [B] snow,
black with the [E] lions on the [C#m] radio.
[D#m]
And Churchill [G#] said to Louie, my [D#m] baby, I just can't stand [G#] to see you today.
[D#m] Why don't you come [G#] and give an end to your away, [B] my baby, just promise.
[C#] I said, what can I say?
[F#] Some of these [C#] things slip through your [B] hands,
and there's no good talking [C#] or making plans.
[F#] But Churchill, [B] he just slapped his [G#m] wings, said,
I don't really care [C#] to discuss [A#] these [D#m] things at all.
[G#] Every time I look [F#] at you, _ [D#m] I feel so [G#] low, I don't know what [C#] to do.
[B] Well, every day [C#] just seems to bring [F#] bad [C#m] _ [F#] news,
leaves me in [C#] with a post-war void [F#] to the blues. _ _
[A#m] 1959 was a very strange time,
[B] bad year for labor, [C#] good year for wine.
[F#]
Uncle Ike was [C#] our American pal,
[B] nobody's talking about Silicon [F#] Valley.
I can still remember [C#] the last time I cried,
[B] the day that [C#] Buddy Holly died.
[F#] I never meant it, [C#] so it may seem strange, [B] don't,
some people just [G#m] affect you [D#m] that way at all.
[G#] And all of us could, [D#m] there even seemed to be [G#] an optimistic mood,
[D#m] what, a double, a three, [G#] satellite, not at all.
[B] There's someone again, you [C#] see the cracks in the [F#] walls,
and one day we'll know [C#] we're coming downstairs.
[B] A voice in the [C#] dark, but unaware,
[F#] it was Christine [D#m] Kinkler, brought in a kiss,
[G#m] he said, I never believed [C#] it could happen [Dm] like [D#m] this at all.
[G#] Every time I look [F#] at you, _ [D#m] I feel so [G#] low, I don't know [C#] what to do.
_ [B] Well, every day [C#] just seems to bring [F#] bad _ [B] news,
[F#]
leaves me [C#] in with a post-war [F#] void to the blues. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ [D#m] _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ [D#m] _
_ [G#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ [Fm] [F#] I came up to [C#] London when I was [B] 19,
with a corduroy [C#] jacket and a head full of [F#] dreams.
In coffee [C#] bars, I spent my [B] nights,
street hollering and [E] getting fucked up [F#] in civil rights.
The day Robert [C#] Kennedy got shot [B] down,
the world was [C#] wearing a deep-fucked [F#] crown.
Though I knew that [C#] we'd lost a [B] friend,
I went to believe we [F#] could win in the end.
His [G#] music was the scenery, [D#m] Jimi Hendrix [G#] played loud and free,
[D#m] Sergeant Pepper [G#] was real to me, [B] songs and poems [D#m] were all you [F#] needed.
Which way [C#] did the 60s go?
[B] Now Ramona's in [C#] a [F#] desolation row,
and where I'm [B] going I hardly [G#m] know.
It sure wasn't like [D#m] this before, but oh,
[G#] every time [F#] I look around, _ _
[D#m] I feel [G#] so low, my head [D#m] seems on the [C#] ground. _
[B] Well, everyday [C#] jealousy [F#] is the dream I've _ loosed,
leaves me in [C#] with a post-war void [F#] to the blues.
[G#m] _
[A#m] [D#m] Oh, [G#] every time I look [F#] at you, _
[D#m] I feel so [G#] low, I don't know what to do.
[C#] _ _
[B] Well, everyday [C#] jealousy is the [F#] dream I've _ [B]
loosed,
[F#] leaves me [C#] in with a post-war [F#] void to the blues.
[G#] _ [A#m] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _