My Father’s Coat
Lyrics and Chords
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Someone had drawn a swastika on his stone
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I stood in the rain/radiation
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I heard a feral moan
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I thought must be a fox
Gmin Abmaj7
But on the way back to the bus
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I saw two drunk goths fucking on a sarcophagus
Abmaj7
Broken things
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Bum notes
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Walking home in my father’s coat
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The day had started well, I got up at twelve
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And I felt like making money
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Ah, but and heres the rub;
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From the bookies to the pub
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In a stall in the marketsquare
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I saw his old threadbare mohair
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And I choked out the oath in my throat
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Stood staring at my father’s coat
Cmin
Above the specs and the hearing aids
Gmin Abmaj7
Old porn and razor blades
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A ghost hanging over the detritus of a nation
Gmin Abmaj7
I felt the freight of the past
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Rise up and hit me
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The woman said, “Try it on.”
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I said, “Its alright, I’ll take it I know that it fits me.”
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She said, “Son, whatever floats your boat..”
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I walked away in my father’s coat
Bb Abmaj7
The one thing that he taught me I confess ;
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Acquiesce?Acquiesce?Acquiesce
SOLO : Verse Refrain
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What a day
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What a day
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But a day like any other
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I thought I’d seen the back of him
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And I smell like some bad joke
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That the rains invoked
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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
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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