D
At the back end of town
A
At the unholiest hour
G
You may find love in a snug
D
But if you’re not in-the-know
A                                       G
Sure, you wouldn’t even know it was there


[Verse 2]

D
With my face stung with drink
A                      G
I am longing for my rest
D
Tuesday morning is dawning
A                            G
I’m still stood in my Sunday best


[Verse 3]
D                                              A
Can you hear the clicking of bootheels on barstools?
G
And see the bald, chalkless tips of the pool cues?
D                         A                  G
And the three-bar heater that is gasping for air


[Chorus]
D                                   A
I’m remembering the day that you found me
G
Comparing field notes with all the other bowsies
D                        A                     G
But on the third day, I’m going to wise up again


[Verse 4]
D                                  A
There’s a man whispering something profound
G
Ah, but it falls on deaf on ears and is drowned
D
By the great slagging match
A                            G
That is reaching its final round


[Verse 5]
D
Husband turning to wife
A                               G
“Ah, little darling, won’t you bless me with your palm?”
D                              A
But in this hail of blue language
G
She shoots him down


[Verse 6]
D                      A
And the worn, haggard suit who thinks I am a mute
 G
He says, “Here kid, I’ve never done no wrong”
D                     A
I exhale with a grimace
G
And I burst into song


[Chorus]
D                                    A
While remembering the day that you found me
G
Comparing field notes with all the other bowsies
D                         A                   G
But on the third day, I’m going to wise up again

I swear


[Verse 7]
D                                           A
Still, your man’s whispering something profound
G
But it falls on deaf on ears and is drowned
D
By the great slagging match
A                             G
That is reaching its final round


[Bridge]
D
At the back end of town
Am
At the unholiest hour
G
You better keep walking
G
Keep walking


[Chorus]
D                                   A
Let’s go back to the day at the Strawberry Fair
G
When your ghostly left hand
G
Picked the rosy red gem
D
And we danced on the cobbles
 A                      G
‘Til the graters were gone


[Chorus]
D                                    A
Let’s go back to the day at the Strawberry Fair
G
When your ghostly left hand
G
Picked the rosy red gem
D
And we danced on the cobbles
A                        G
‘Til the graters were gone


D
Rain, rain, go away
A                        G
I’ll come down another day
D
Rain, rain, go away
A                        G
I’ll come down another day
D                 A
Rain, rain, go away
G                           G
I’ll come down another day now
D
Rain, rain go away
A                            G
I’ll come down another day now
G
Not today, not today
D
Rain, rain, go away
A                            G
I’ll come down another day now
G
Not today, no
D
Rain, rain, go away
A                            G
I’ll come down another day now
D
Rain, rain, go away
A                       G
I’ll come down another day
G
Not today, not today, no
D
Rain, rain, go away
A                           G
I’ll come down another day, oh


(spoken)
N.C.
You have to leave home

To find home sometimes

D
At the back end of town
A
At the unholiest hour
G
You may find love in a snug