Chords for Richard Thompson performs Fergus Lang (Live on Sound Opinions)

You just had a couple songs you wanted to get out quick and time is now.
There's going to be a gap before the next proper release.
_ _ _ You need to fill the hole.
So it's a song called Fergus Lang.
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ Fergus [D] Lang is a beast [G] of a man, he stitches up [E] and fleeces.
_ He wants to [B] manicure the world, sell it off [Em] in pieces.
_ [D] He likes to build his towers high, [A] he blocks the sun out of the sky.
In [B] the penthouse the [A] champagne's dry and [E] slightly gassy.
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_ _ Oh Fergus [D] Lang, he works so hard, as busy as [E] a bee is. _
Fergus Lang [D] has seventeen friends, all as dull [Em] as he is.
His [D] seventeen friends have seventeen wives, [E] all the perfect shape and size.
[B] They wipe their tails and bat [E] their _ eyes, just like _ Lassie.
[Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] Oh Fergus Lang, he builds and builds, _ yet small is his [Em] erection. _ _
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Fergus has a fine head of hair, _ when the wind's in the right [Em] direction. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ The wind's in the right [C]
direction.
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_ _ _ _ Fergus [D] Lang and his seventeen friends, they live [E] inside a bubble. _
There they withdraw and [Bm] shut the door, at any [Em] sign of trouble.
_ [D] Should the peasants rail and vent, [E] and ask him where the money went.
[B] He'll simply say it's all [E] been spent, _ _ on being _ classy. _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ Fergus Lang, he builds and builds, yet small is his [Em] erection. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
Fergus Lang has a fine head of hair, _ when the wind's in the right [B] _ [Em] direction. _ _ _
[D] _ _ The wind's in the right [C] _
direction.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ Oh, _
_ _ [E] when Fergus' buildings [D] reach the [G]
sky, Atelier cannot [Em] see him.
_ He thinks the old [D] stuff he pulls down, belongs [B] in our [Em] museum.
_ [D] His own fair home is on the park, an [E] airy jewel, a city [A] ark.
[Bm] Hung with Picasso, hung with [A] _ Braque, but nothing [E] _ Brassiere.
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Wow.
Fergus Lang by Richard Thompson.
A song you've never played live yet.
_ Um, no.
Hey, we are now John Peel, Greg.
Yeah.
We got a great song from Richard Thompson.
It's debuted here on Sound of Music. _ _ _ _ _