Chords
There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
hard |||||
                     D                                      A  
They're out of sorts in Sunderland
          D                                            B7  
And terribly cross in Kent,
                     Em              A  
They're dull in Hull
                     D                 B7  
And the Isle of Mull
        E                                 A7  
Is seething with discontent,
                     D                         A  
They're nervous in Northumberland
          D                                            G  
And Devon is down the drain,
                     F#  
They're filled with wrath
                  Bm  
On the firth of Forth
          E                                                 A7  
And sullen on Salisbury Plain,
        Am            D                 G  
In Dublin they're depressed, lads,
B7                                                    Em  
Maybe because they're Celts
          A                                    A7  
For Drake is going West, lads,
          E                                    A7  
And so is everyone else.
E7              A  
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
                                     A7  
Misery's here to stay.
                  D                      Em      A                         D    D7  
There are bad times just around the corner,
                          G                            B7                                                 Em  
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
                        A                 A7  
And it's no good whining
  D                                 Bm  
About a silver lining
                  E                            E7                                            A                      A7  
For we know from experience that they won't roll by,
                  D                            D7  
With a scowl and a frown
                G                                         G7  
We'll keep our peckers down
          E                                 E7                                                    A                    A7  
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
                                        D                         Em                 A                    D      G      F#  
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
Bm    E                                 A                      D            A  D  
And wait until we drop down dead.
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             D                                         A  
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
                     D                                         B7  
They're querulous and subdued
          Em                      A  
And Shropshire lads
                  D                         B7  
Have behaved like cads
             E                                                 A7  
From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude,
                     D                                 A  
They're mad at Market Harborough
          D                                            G  
And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,
        F#  
In Tunbridge Wells
          Bm  
You can hear the yells
        E                                              A7  
Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.
        Am              D                    G  
We all get bitched about, lads,
        B7                              Em  
Whoever our vote elects,
        A                                            A7  
We know we're up the spout, lads.
          E                                                      A7  
And that's what England expects.
E7              A  
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
                                        A7  
Trouble is on the way.
                  D                      Em      A                         D    D7  
There are bad times just around the corner,
          G                      B7                              Em  
The horizon's gloomy as can be,
                          A                            A7  
There are black birds over
          D                                            Bm  
The grayish cliffs of Dover
                     E                    E7                                                      A  A7  
And the rats are preparing to leave the BBC
                        D                 D7  
We're an unhappy breed
          G                         G7  
And very bored indeed
             E                            E7                                                    A            A7  
When reminded of something that Nelson said.
                          D                                 Em    A                 D      G      F#  
While the press and the politicians nag nag nag
Bm         E                                 A                      D            A    D  
We'll wait until we drop down dead.
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     D                                 A  
From Colwyn Bay to Kettering
                     D                                                      B7  
They're sobbing themselves to sleep,
          Em                         A  
The shrieks and wails
                  D                      B7  
In the Yorkshire dales
             E                                              A7  
Have even depressed the sheep.
        D                                 A  
In rather vulgar lettering
     D                                         G  
A very disgruntled group
             F#  
Have posted bills
                  Bm  
On the Cotswold Hills
        E                                                            A7  
To prove that we're in the soup.
                Am              D                      G  
While begging Kipling's pardon
                     B7                                                    Em  
There's one thing we know for sure
        A                              A7  
If England is a garden
        E                                                    A7  
We ought to have more manure.
E7              A  
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
                             A7  
Suffering and dismay.
                  D                      Em      A                         D    D7  
There are bad times just around the corner
                     G                         B7                    Em  
And the outlook's absolutely vile,
                          A                         A7  
There are Home Fires smoking
             D                                 Bm  
From Windermere to Woking
                          E                              E7                                                    A                                 A7  
And we're not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile,
                  D                         D7  
At the sound of a shot
             G                                      G7  
We'd just as soon as not
                  E                      E7                                      A            A7  
Take a hot water bottle and go to bed,
                                        D                              Em              A                      D      G      F#  
We're going to un-tense our muscles till they sag sag sag
Bm    E                                 A                      D         A  D  
And wait until we drop down dead.
                          D                      Em      A                         D    D7  
There are bad times just around the corner,
                  G                    B7                              Em  
We can all look forward to despair,
                     A                    A7  
It's as clear as crystal
             D                                    Bm  
From Bridlington to Bristol
                     E                         E7                                      A                         A7  
That we can't save democracy and we don't much care
                  D                              D7  
If the Reds and the Pinks
     G                                              G7  
Believe that England stinks
                        E                 E7                                                 A                 A7  
And that world revolution is bound to spread,
                                D                                 Em            A              D         G      F#  
We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'
Bm    E                                 A                      D            A  D  
And wait until we drop down dead.