A Roof On My Head

                     
                     Sam Brookes - A Roof on my Head
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Tabbed by kievo
Capo 3rd fret

NOTE: Some lyrics are incomplete! Please let me know :)


Am                  C               G          F
I wonder if there's dreamers on the streets of Tripoli
Am           C          F               G
Fighting for freedom, a better place to be
Am                    C                 G               F
I wonder if there's a young man not far off the same as me
Am           C         F         G
Wielding his ideas for others to see


Am
There's a roof on my head
        C
And I'm well fed
        F                          Am
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see
                           C         G
So spare a thought for the people of Tripoli
          F                   G     Am
For their dreams are far from ... I sing


Am              C             G              F
Controlled by a man we've all known and seen before
Am             C               G                   F
Killing on his doorstep as the blood runs down his doors
Am            C           G                   F
Poisoning his people with words spun from the west
     Am                  C                  G                 F
He's giving them arms to fight while in his past head down he rests


There's a roof on my head
And I'm well fed
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see
So spare a thought for the people of Tripoli
For their dreams are far from ...  I sing

The disaster's on the news as the battle rages on
Limbs are pulled from the rubble and all I can do is look on
Before I stop my day, before I'm back in ...
I ask could we do more if we didn't ...

Well they're sending ships and planes and a no-fly zone is arranged
As the government plays Risk once again
And I wonder if there's dreamers on the streets of Tripoli
Fighting for their freedom, a better place to be

There's a roof on my head
And I'm well fed
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see
So spare a thought for the people of Tripoli
For their dreams are far from ... I sing


Am
There's a roof on my head
         C
And I'm well fed
         F                         Am
And the sun tomorrow I'm likely to see
                           C               G
So spare a thought should daily passes you by
        F                     G
And the little things get you down
        F                     G
Oh the little things pass you by
        F                         G
And the little things feel like a thorn
        Am
In your sight


Am                  C                G          F
I wonder if there's dreamers on the streets of Tripoli
Am           C          F               G
Fighting for freedom, a better place to be
Am                  C                    G              F
I wonder if there's a young man not far off the same as me
Am           C              G                Am
Wielding his ideas I wonder if he'll live to see