Paul Kelly - Bradman Ukulele

Bradman – Paul Kelly

Intro: D, Dsus,  A,  Em, D, Dsus, A  ( After this intro is play, enter directly into 
one)


The same chord formation is played throughout the whole song
              (Spoken until Chorus)

Em       D/Dsus  A              Em            D/Dsus
Sydney, 1926. This is the story of a man

Just a kid in from the sticks, just a kid with a plan
St George took a gamble, played him in first grade
Pretty soon that young man showed them how to flash the blade
And at the age of nineteen he was playing for the State
He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em straight


Chorus:
Em      D/Dsus  A
He was more than just a batsman, He was something like a tide
Em                                               D/Dsus       
                        A
        He was more than just one man, He could take on any side
Em                           D/Dsus                                     A
       They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to hide
Em         D/Dsus  A
In the palm of his hand          X2


A team came out from England
Wally Hammond wore his felt hat like a chief
All through the summer of '28, '29 they gave the greencaps no relief
Some reputations came to grief
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
And in the hour of greatest slaughter the great avenger is being born
But who then could have seen the shape of things to come
In Bradman's first test he went for eighteen and for one
They dropped him like a gun
Now big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of them all
And a man with a wisecracking habit
But there's one crack that won't stop ringing in his ears
"Hey Whitey, that's my rabbit"
Bradman never forgot it


CHOURUS


England 1930 and the seed burst into flower
All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was Bradman was the power
He murdered them in Yorkshire, he danced for them in Kent
He laughed at them in Leicestershire, Leeds was an event
Three hundred runs he took and rewrote all the books
That really knocked those gents
The critics could not comprehend hsi nonchalant phenomenon
"Why this man is a machine," they said. "Even his friends say he isn't human"
Even friends have to cut something

CHORUS


Summer 1932 and Captain Douglas had a plan
When Larwood bowled to Bradman it was more than man to man
And staid Adelaide nearly boiled over as rage ruled over sense
When Oldfield hit the ground they nearly jumped the fence
Now Bill Woodill was as fine a man as ever went to wicket
And the bruises on his body that day showed that he could stick it
But to this day he's still quoted and only he could wear it
"There's two teams out there today and only one of them's playing cricket."

He was longer than a memory, bigger than a town
He feet they used to sparkle and he always kept them on the ground
Fathers took their sons who never lost the sound of the roar of the grandstand

Now shadows they grow longer and there's so mush more yet to be told
But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole
Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town
I can no longer go down there, down to that sacred ground


CHOURUS


And that's it! This is an excellent song by Paul Kelly, dedicated to Australian 
Legend, Sir Donald Bradman.

Hope you all enjoy!

Matt