Bloomsday

Intro: F Gm Eb Gm F Gm Eb Gm F Gm Saw the city hall in flames Eb Gm I suppose it doesn't do as much these days F Gm You put on your coat and smile Eb Gm Saddest one I've seen for a country mile F Gm Brought it down the road, Quicksmart Eb Gm There's always fuckin' rain and it's always dark F Gm When you were at the gate soaked through Eb Gm Let's not say a word if it isn't true F Gm Bloomsday Eb Gm Bloomsday F Gm Bloomsday F Gm Bloomsday F Gm Cordoned off the rest, too young Eb Gm Looking for a thing no do-er's done F Gm We won't find it here my love Eb Gm Drinking with the tourists and fighting in front of them F Oh, to be young Gm Once more Eb Gm I know all the lines lived it all before F Gm When you were at the gate soaked through Eb Gm Never said a word that wasn't true F Gm Bloomsday Eb Gm Bloomsday F Gm Bloomsday Eb Gm Bloomsday F Gm Bloomsday Eb Gm Bloomsday F Gm Bloomsday Eb Gm Bloomsday