WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Martin Simpson - Never Any Good Chords | Ver. 1
[Chorus]
C G C
You were never any good with money,
F C
You couldn't even hold a job,
F Dm7 C Am7
Not steady enough for the office,
Dm7 G/B C
Not hard enough for the hod,
C
You'd rather be riding your Norton,
F C
Or going fishing with your split cane rod,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were never any good with money,
Dm7 G/B C
You couldn't even hold a job.
[Verse 1]
C G C
When your grammar school days were over,
F C
It was nineteen-seventeen,
F Dm7 C Am7
And you did the right and proper thing,
Dm7 G/B C
You were just eighteen,
C
You were never mentioned in dispatches,
F C
You never mentioned what you did or saw,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were just another keen young man,
Dm7 G/B C
In the mud and stink of war.
[Chorus]
C G C
You were never any good with money,
F C
You couldn't even hold a job,
F Dm7 C Am7
Not steady enough for the office,
Dm7 G/B C
Not hard enough for the hod,
C
You'd rather be singing the Pirate King,
F C
Or going fishing with your split cane rod,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were never any good with money,
Dm7 G/B C
You couldn't even hold a job.
[Verse 2]
C G C
You came home from the Great War,
F C
With the pips of a captain's rank,
F Dm7 C Am7
A German officer's Luger,
Dm7 G/B C
And no money in the bank,
C G C
Your family sent you down in the coal mine,
F C
To learn to be captain there,
F Dm7 C Am7
But you didn't stand it very long,
Dm7 G/B C
You needed the light and the air.
[Chorus]
C
Oooh, you were never any good with money,
F C
You couldn't even hold a job,
F Dm7 C Am7
Not steady enough for the office,
Dm7 G/B C
Not hard enough for the hod,
C
You'd rather be watching performers fly,
F C
Or fishing with your split cane rod,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were never any good with money,
Dm7 G/B C
You couldn't even hold a job.
[Verse 3]
C G C
When the second war came along,
F C
You knew what should be done,
F C Am7
You would re-enlist to teach young men,
Dm7 G/B C
The booby trap and the gun;
C
And they sent you home to Yorkshire,
F C
With a crew and a Lewis gun,
F Dm7 C Am7
So you could save your seaside town,
Dm7 G/B C
From the bombers of the Hun,
[Chorus]
C G C
Ooh, you were never any good with money.
F C
You couldn't even hold a job,
F Dm7 C Am7
Not steady enough for the office,
Dm7 G/B C
Not hard enough for the hod,
C G C
You'd rather be finding the nightjar's nest,
F C
Going fishing with your split cane rod,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were never any good with money,
Dm7 G/B C
You couldn't even hold a job.
[Verse 4]
C G C
And when my mother came to your door,
F C
With a baby in her arm,
F Dm7 C Am7
Her big hurt boy just nine years old,
Dm7 G/B C
Trying to keep her from harm,
C G C
If you had been a practical man,
F C
You would have been forewarned,
F Dm7 C Am7
You would have seen that it never could work,
Dm7 G/B C
And I would have never been born.
[Instrumental]
C G C
F C
F Dm7 C Am7
Dm7 G/B C
C G C
F C
F Dm7 C Am7
Dm7 G/B C
[Verse 5]
C G C
There's no proper work in your seaside town,
F C
So you come here looking for a job,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were store man at the power station,
Dm7 G/B C
Just before I came along,
C G C
Nobody talked about how you quit,
F C
But I know that's what you did,
F Dm7 C Am7
My mother said you were a selfish man,
Dm7 G/B C
And I was your selfish kid.
[Chorus]
C G C
You were never any good with money,
F C
You couldn't even hold a job,
F Dm7 C Am7
Not steady enough for the office,
Dm7 G/B C
Not hard enough for the hod;
C G C
And your Norton it was soon gone,
F C
Along with your split cane rod,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were never any good with money,
Dm7 G/B C
You couldn't even hold a job.
[Verse 6]
C G C
You showed me eyebright in the hedgerow,
F C
Speedwell and travelers joy,
F Dm7 C Am7
You showed me how to use my eyes,
Dm7 G/B C
When I was just a boy;
C G C
And you taught me how to love a song,
F C
And all you knew of nature's ways:
F Dm7 C Am7
The greatest gifts I have ever known,
Dm7 G/B C
And I use them every day.
[Chorus]
C G C
Oooh, you were never any good with money,
F C
You couldn't even hold a job,
F Dm7 C Am7
Not steady enough for the office, maybe,
Dm7 G/B C
Not hard enough for the hod,
C G C
You'd rather be riding your Norton,
F C
Or going fishing with your split cane rod,
F Dm7 C Am7
You were never any good with money,
Dm7 G/B C
You couldn't even hold a job.
