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| Am   | Am D | Am   | D    |
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[Verse 1]
Am                         D  Am          D           Am  D   Am   C   D  G
Harry made a bareback rider     proud and free upon a horse
Am                  D  Am      D        Am   D   Am   C   G/B
And a fine coalminer   for the NCB that was
Am            D                   Am    D   Am   C  D  G
A fallen angel   and Jesus on the cross
Am                 D  Am              D                        Am    D  Am  C  G/B
A skating ballerina   you should have seen her do the skater's waltz

[Verse 2]
Am                                    D  Am
Some people have got to paint and draw
             D                 Am    D  Am   C  D  G
Harry had to work in clay and stone
Am                                 D   Am
Like the waves coming to the shore
   D                           Am      D   Am    C   G/B
It was in his blood and in his bones
         Am                       D       Am            D     Am
It was ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
            D         Am               G  C                  G
He might as well have been making toys    or strings of beads
            C       C           G   C D
He could'nt be...   He could'nt be.....in the gallery

[Interlude]
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| Am   | Am D | Am   | D    |

[Verse 3]
Am                        D   Am      D                        Am   D  Am  C  D  G
And then you get an artist    says he doesn't want to paint at all
Am                   D   Am    D                Am   D  Am  C  G/B
He takes an empty canvas   and sticks it on the wall
Am                    D          Am                     D
The birds of a feather   all the phonies and all of the fakes
          Am
While the dealers they get together
     G      C                  G
And they decide who gets the breaks
                   C                  G  C D
And who's going to be, who's going to be     in the gallery

[Solo]
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| Am   | Am D | Am   | D   |
| Am   | Am D | Am   | D   |
| Am   | Am D | Am C | D G |
| Am   | Am D | Am   | D   |
| Am   | Am D | Am C | G   |
| Am   | Am D | Am   | D   |
| Am   | Am G | C    | G   |
| C    | C    | C    | C   |
| G    | G    | D    | D   |
| Am   | Am D | Am   | D   |
| Am   | Am D | Am   | D   |

[Verse 4]
Am                             D  Am
  No lies he wouldn't compromise
   D                  Am     D   Am   C  D  G
No junk, no bits of string
Am                       D   Am
And all the lies we subsidise
     D                   Am   D   Am   C   G/B
That just don't mean a thing
Am                        D    Am          D
I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
Am                      G      C                    G
And now all the vultures   are coming down from the tree
        C                     G       D             Am
So he's going to be, so he's going to be ... in the gallery