Chords for Dirty Davey Live - Levellers & Nick Burbridge
Tempo:
70.725 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
C
Cm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm] This is a song that Nick wrote many years ago, and we've been playing for many years [D] since.
How many bastards make their buck in an [N] English country garden?
I'll tell you now of [E] some that I know, and those I miss you'll surely [N] pardon.
Politicians and industrialists, bankers, bent scientists, chief constables, generals, all the gentry and their brats
will dance on the wall when the bastards fall in an English country [D] garden.
[Dm] [D]
[C] [Dm] [D] [Dm]
[D]
A scar that all [Dm] falls in, he's pinned by a chimney, he busts in every floor.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog.
[D] [Cm] He's got a [D] yellow brace, a black line with [Cm] his last.
[Dm] There's a brick tree, a pain, he's out in the lane [D] with a bale of silver glass.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad [Dm] dog.
[D]
He always trials, comes out on a Monday morning, Davey's still a dog.
You can't stop [Dm] his tears when it gets to two years, you [D] can't turn back the clock.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog.
[Dm]
[D] [Dm]
[D]
[Cm] [D] [C] [Dm]
[D]
[C] Hey!
[D] [C]
So he's tied his [Bb] pants to the prison [C] bars.
[Bb] He's hung, the [C] least [D] clear of it.
Suck in my head, who's [Dm] a man to tell me it's love?
[D]
[C] [Dm] More love than love, more love than dirty TV.
All these lovely souls, I need to get back in there.
You tell me it's love.
[D]
[Dm] [D] I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
Screw up, screw up, screw up, I'm too tough you're telling me it's not enough
I don't give a f***
[C]
[D] I don't give [Dm] a f***
I don't give a f***
[D] Shhh
Thank
[N] you very much, guys
Thank you very much, ladies and
How many bastards make their buck in an [N] English country garden?
I'll tell you now of [E] some that I know, and those I miss you'll surely [N] pardon.
Politicians and industrialists, bankers, bent scientists, chief constables, generals, all the gentry and their brats
will dance on the wall when the bastards fall in an English country [D] garden.
[Dm] [D]
[C] [Dm] [D] [Dm]
[D]
A scar that all [Dm] falls in, he's pinned by a chimney, he busts in every floor.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog.
[D] [Cm] He's got a [D] yellow brace, a black line with [Cm] his last.
[Dm] There's a brick tree, a pain, he's out in the lane [D] with a bale of silver glass.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad [Dm] dog.
[D]
He always trials, comes out on a Monday morning, Davey's still a dog.
You can't stop [Dm] his tears when it gets to two years, you [D] can't turn back the clock.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog.
[Dm]
[D] [Dm]
[D]
[Cm] [D] [C] [Dm]
[D]
[C] Hey!
[D] [C]
So he's tied his [Bb] pants to the prison [C] bars.
[Bb] He's hung, the [C] least [D] clear of it.
Suck in my head, who's [Dm] a man to tell me it's love?
[D]
[C] [Dm] More love than love, more love than dirty TV.
All these lovely souls, I need to get back in there.
You tell me it's love.
[D]
[Dm] [D] I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
Screw up, screw up, screw up, I'm too tough you're telling me it's not enough
I don't give a f***
[C]
[D] I don't give [Dm] a f***
I don't give a f***
[D] Shhh
Thank
[N] you very much, guys
Thank you very much, ladies and
Key:
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Dm
C
Cm
Bb
D
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_ _ [Dm] This is a song that Nick wrote many years ago, and we've been playing for many years [D] since.
How many bastards make their buck in an [N] English country garden?
I'll tell you now of [E] some that I know, and those I miss you'll surely [N] pardon.
Politicians and industrialists, bankers, bent scientists, chief constables, generals, all the gentry and their brats
will dance on the wall when the bastards fall in an English country [D] garden.
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[C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ A scar that all [Dm] falls in, he's pinned by a chimney, he busts in every floor.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog. _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] He's got a [D] yellow brace, a black line with [Cm] his last.
[Dm] There's a brick tree, a pain, he's out in the lane [D] with a bale of silver glass.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad [Dm] dog.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ _ He always trials, comes out on a Monday morning, Davey's still a dog.
You can't stop [Dm] his tears when it gets to two years, you [D] can't turn back the clock.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
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_ [Cm] _ [D] _ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] Hey!
[D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
So he's tied his [Bb] pants to the prison [C] bars.
[Bb] He's hung, the [C] least [D] clear of it.
Suck in my head, who's [Dm] a man to tell me it's love?
_ [D] _ _
_ [C] _ [Dm] More love than love, more love than dirty TV.
All these lovely souls, I need to get back in there.
You tell me it's love.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ [D] I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
Screw up, screw up, screw up, I'm too tough you're telling me it's not enough
I don't give a f***
[C] _ _
[D] I don't give [Dm] a f***
I don't give a f*** _
[D] _ Shhh
Thank _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] you very much, guys
Thank you very much, ladies and
How many bastards make their buck in an [N] English country garden?
I'll tell you now of [E] some that I know, and those I miss you'll surely [N] pardon.
Politicians and industrialists, bankers, bent scientists, chief constables, generals, all the gentry and their brats
will dance on the wall when the bastards fall in an English country [D] garden.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ A scar that all [Dm] falls in, he's pinned by a chimney, he busts in every floor.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog. _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] He's got a [D] yellow brace, a black line with [Cm] his last.
[Dm] There's a brick tree, a pain, he's out in the lane [D] with a bale of silver glass.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad [Dm] dog.
[D] _ _ _ _
_ _ He always trials, comes out on a Monday morning, Davey's still a dog.
You can't stop [Dm] his tears when it gets to two years, you [D] can't turn back the clock.
You'd better kick in the head, you'd better kick some head, you sound like a sad dog.
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_ [Cm] _ [D] _ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _
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[C] Hey!
[D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
So he's tied his [Bb] pants to the prison [C] bars.
[Bb] He's hung, the [C] least [D] clear of it.
Suck in my head, who's [Dm] a man to tell me it's love?
_ [D] _ _
_ [C] _ [Dm] More love than love, more love than dirty TV.
All these lovely souls, I need to get back in there.
You tell me it's love.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ [D] I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
I'm gonna tell you it's love.
Screw up, screw up, screw up, I'm too tough you're telling me it's not enough
I don't give a f***
[C] _ _
[D] I don't give [Dm] a f***
I don't give a f*** _
[D] _ Shhh
Thank _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] you very much, guys
Thank you very much, ladies and