A collection of lyrics and chords
for the music of James Grant

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My Father’s Coat

Lyrics and Chords

Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7    Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7

Someone had drawn a swastika on his stone

Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7    Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7

I stood in the rain/radiation

Gmin Abmaj7

I heard a feral moan

Gmin Abmaj7

I thought must be a fox

Gmin Abmaj7

But on the way back to the bus

Eb                               Bb

I saw two drunk goths fucking on a sarcophagus

Abmaj7

Broken things

Cmin             Gmin Cmin

Bum notes

Gmin

Walking home in my father’s coat

Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7    Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7

The day had started well, I got up at twelve

Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7    Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7

And I felt like making money

Gmin Abmaj7

Ah, but and heres the rub;

Gmin Abmaj7

From the bookies to the pub

Gmin Abmaj7

In a stall in the marketsquare

Eb                               Bb

I saw his old threadbare mohair

Abmaj7                                     Cmin             Gmin Cmin

And I choked out the oath in my throat

Gmin

Stood staring at my father’s coat

Cmin

Above the specs and the hearing aids

Gmin Abmaj7

Old porn and razor blades

Gmin Cmin                                                    Gmin Abmaj7

A ghost hanging over the detritus of a nation

Gmin Abmaj7

I felt the freight of the past

Gmin Abmaj7

Rise up and hit me

Gmin Abmaj7

The woman said, “Try it on.”

Eb                               Bb

I said, “Its alright, I’ll take it I know that it fits me.”

Abmaj7                                     Cmin             Gmin Cmin

She said, “Son, whatever floats your boat..”

Gmin

I walked away in my father’s coat

Bb                                                              Abmaj7

The one thing that he taught me I confess ;

Bb

Acquiesce?Acquiesce?Acquiesce

SOLO : Verse Refrain
Cmin

What a day

Gmin Abmaj7

What a day

Cmin                          Gmin Abmaj7

But a day like any other

Cmin             Gmin Abmaj7                   Cmin

I thought I’d seen the back of him

Gmin Abmaj7

And I smell like some bad joke

Gmin Abmaj7

That the rains invoked

Gmin Abmaj7                                                               Eb                               Bb

Some wall-eyed dream of brilliantine and whisky and nicotine

Abmaj7                                                 Cmin

In the culverts and the crags run both

Abmaj7                                       Cmin

The disease and the antidote

Gmin

As I turn the key in my father’s coat

Lyrics

Someone had drawn a swastika on his stone
I stood in the rain/radiation
I heard a feral moan
I thought must be a fox
But on the way back to the bus
I saw two drunk goths fucking on a sarcophagus
Broken things
Bum notes
Walking home in my father’s coat

The day had started well, I got up at twelve
And I felt like making money
Ah, but and heres the rub;
From the bookies to the pub
In a stall in the marketsquare
I saw his old threadbare mohair
And I choked out the oath in my throat
Stood staring at my father’s coat

Above the specs and the hearing aids
Old porn and razor blades
A ghost hanging over the detritus of a nation
I felt the freight of the past
Rise up and hit me
The woman said, “Try it on.”
said, “Its alright, I’ll take it I know that it fits me.”
She said, “Son, whatever floats your boat..”
I walked away in my father’s coat

The one thing that he taught me I confess ;
Acquiesce
Acquiesce
Acquiesce

What a day
What a day
But a day like any other
I thought I’d seen the back of him
And I smell like some bad joke
That the rains invoked
Some wall-eyed dream of brilliantine and whisky and nicotine
In the culverts and the crags run both
The disease and the antidote
As I turn the key in my father’s coat

Alternate Tunings

C G Eb F Bb D

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