Live Tilbrook plays this with a capo on the third and it sounds like he plays the Ab as a Maj7
leaving of the bottom finger
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
We watched the game like we always did
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
We seemed to lose more than we'd win
C C+ Am A
The ref would sweat as we'd blame him
Fmaj7
And then the fights would start
Dm
Out where the buses park
C G
I dodged a few black eyes
Bb
Believe me
C Dm Fmaj7 Em
It was good to be alive
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
The tribal path led to the pub
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
Where we debated how we'd won
C C+ Am A
And I'm outside the wayward son
Fmaj7
And then a glass is smashed
Dm
Some fella's on his back
C G
And it all kicks off again
Bb
As ever
C Dm Fmaj7
There's no one to take the blame
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C Dm Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
Fmaj7 Em Fmaj7 Em
My old man passed on the flame of loss
Fmaj7 Em Gm Dm
The team we loved just gathered moss
C C+ Am A
On a rolling stone you wouldn't toss
Fmaj7
But if we win or lose
Dm
We're in each other's shoes
C G
With blood upon our shirts
Bb
Believe me
C Dm Fmaj7
You know how that hurts
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
As time goes by I search with vigour
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
The days we had seemed so much bigger
Bb C Dm Fmaj7
And everyone would point the finger
Bb Am
So we would do the same
Bb C G C G C Fmaj7 Em
To be mesmerised by the beautiful game
