Road To Birmingham

Mott The Hoople

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Tom:
A Bm D A His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
A G#m F#m E G A Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men
A Bm D A The many hears, the helpless tears that left the troubled brow
A G#m F#m E G A A man once tall, he fought them all, but he is older now [Instrumental]
A D D A [Verse 2]
A Bm D A For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game
A G#m F#m E D A Some men are kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame
A Bm D A But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in
A G#m F#m E G A The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win [Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D There's nothing but a space, you're hollow [Instrumental]
A D D A [Verse 3]
A Bm D A Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak
A G#m F#m E D A And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speak
A Bm D A His mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before his feet
A G#m F#m E G A D D A And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street [Verse 4]
A Bm D A Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again
A G#m F#m E G A You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the pain
A Bm D A Is it too late, or can you wait to take another turn
A G#m F#m E G A And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham [Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D There's nothing but a space, inside you [Instrumental]
A D D A [Chorus]
A C#m F#m E D Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
F#m E D There's nothing but a space [Outro]
Amaj7 Dmaj7 You're hollow
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Composição: Diane Patterson

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