Sweet Albion Blues Teclado

	  

NOTE: LOOK AT VIDEO FOR TIMING, ETC. 
      VIDEO: HUCK presents... frank Turner - Sweet Albion Blues 

Intro:  E 


Verse: 
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED) 
I came down from Newcastle town                     E 
To the part of the south coast that I love the most. 
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED) 
I was stretched out tight after a couple of nights          E 
Going crazy in Glasgow, I think you all know how that goes. 
A 
I needed some peace, somewhere to stand still,             
Through the Cotswold hills down to Portland Bill, 
         E 
And to charge up my batteries for next weekend,              
Where I'd be cruising through Cardiff and ending up in Southend. 
    B 
So don't go stopping and putting down roots 
          A-(MUTED/MUFFLED)                        E 
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots. 


Verse: 
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED) 
I met a guy from Cornwall who'd never left the county        E     
I told him about the big smoke, I don't think he believed me. 
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED) 
I told him about the scene along the south coast to Kent,                E 
Across the estuary to East Anglia, and then I think he knew what I meant. 
   A 
A man is bored of life if he's bored of these islands, 
All creation is here from Hythe to the Highlands. 
 E 
The Black Country witnessed my basest predations 
And the road up to Hull is paved with wicked intentions. 
    B 
So don't go stopping and putting down roots 
          A-(MUTED/MUFFLED)                       E 
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots. 

Instrumental:  




BREAK: (PLAY RIFF OVER THESE WORDS) 
All across the hills and valleys, 
From the A roads to the seas, 
The suburbs lead up to the cities, 
And that's where you'll find me. 

BREAK: (PLAY RIFF OVER THESE WORDS) 
All across the hills and valleys, 
From the A roads to the seas, 
The suburbs lead up to the cities,                             
And that's where you'll find me. 


Verse: 
    A 
Go mad in Manchester, wind down in Winchester,  
Roaming the home counties, where the parties are free, 
  E 
Circling London like dirt round a storm drain and 
Somewhere near Holborn's the heart of the beast. 
 B 
Don't go stopping and putting down roots 
          A-(MUTED/MUFFLED)                        E 
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots. 


OUTRO: 
       E         A        B           E 
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go, 
       E         A                 B            E            
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.  
       E         A        B           E 
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go, 
       E         A                 B           E 
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.