Frank Turner - Peggy Sang The Blues Ukulele

Intro
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G    Am    F    C
Peggy came to me in my sleep
G    Am    F    C
In the middle of the night on a Friday night last week
G    Am    F    C
She whispered hush child but don't be scared
G    Am    F    C
I've got a few words of wisdom that I've come back to share

Chorus

        F          C                         G
and she said, doesn't matter where you come from
F   C                         G
It matters where you go
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no one gets remembered, for the things they didn't do



G    Am    F    C
I said Peggy won't you stay here for a while
G    Am    F    C
We can drink whiskey, we can play cards and we can get wild
G    Am    F    C
She said we'll play poker and we'll play for keeps
G    Am    F    C
I only played angels lately and they never let me cheat


F          C                   G
doesn't matter where you come from
F   C                G
It matters where you go
F   C        G                                 F     C             G
no one gets remembered, in this listless life, for the things they didn't do

E                          Am                        C
You could say I had a good time, you could say I had class
E                         Am               F               C
You could say that I was born beneath this ceiling made of glass
E                    Am                               C
But I always kept an open house and always did right by my friends
E                   Am                   F               C        
When I get to Saint Peter's gate I'll tell the keeper I'm not the one who 
              G
needs to make amends.

F            C         G       F      C      G
Cause better times are coming, better times ahead
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No one gets remembered, my deathless child, and soon you will be dead.

And Peggy said.


F          C                   G
doesn't matter where you come from
F   C                G
It matters where you go
F   C        G                                 F     C             G
no one gets remembered, in this listless life, for the things they didn't do

F          C                   G
Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off well
F          C                   G
Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off well
F          C                   G
Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off well
F          C                   G
Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off well
F          C                   G
Peggy sang the blues, peggy sang the blues