Mother England Reverie

Em          D                C              Em
I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone
[Riff]
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Em          D                C             Em
I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones
[Riff] x2
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Em          D                C               Em
I have no house in the country I have no motor car
[Riff]
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G                      D
And if you think I'm joking,
      C                                   Em
then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar
[Riff]
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Em                            D
And it seems there's no-body left for
 C                        Em
tennis; and I'm a one-band-man
[Riff]
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G                         D   C               Em
And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand
[Riff]
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A|------3-------------2----2p0-----| 
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Em          D                     Em
There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
 G              D     Bm     B7
   rubbing his hands with glee
G                    D
He said, ``Oh Mother England,
        Em           A   Am           C                    D  B7
did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me?
G                   D                     Em
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery
G                    D              B7
And paint you a picture of the queen
     G              D          Em        A     Am
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
Am           C                    D  B7
it's just the nonsense that it seems.''
G                    D                      Em
So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
G                    D      B7
in my steep-sided un-reality
         G                D
And when all is said and all is done     I couldn't wish
             Em A
for a better one
Am        C                        D B7
It's a real-life ripe dead certainty
N.C
that I'm just a Baker Street Muse