Tono: C
Introducción: C5
F/C C
A room on the top floor
Bb C
And the chest all but knackered
Bb C
Two fingers not wo-rking
F/C
And the back's shot to hell
Am C/G
It's a lifetime of digging trenches
F C
In the cold and wet weather
C
And for laying half the roadway
Bb C
In England as well
F/C C
You'd finish in the one place
Bb C
It was straight to the next one
Bb C
And you never could settle
F
And you were always alone
Am C/G
Just a drifter in limbo
F C
I was best off away, son
C
Just one of the thousands
Bb C
Who could never go home
Bb C Bb6
That's your mighty man, son
Gm C
Your mighty man
F C
Well, the boat and the train ride
Bb C
In a misty November
Bb C
We had the worst of the lodgings
F
And we hated the subs
Am C/G
Ma's face on the leaving
F C
I will always remember
C
And we wouldn't get paid
Bb C
Until they had closed up their pubs
F/C C
And I could stand up on horseback
Bb C
Was the man for the singing
Bb C
Put my hand up for boxing
F
At the fairground on the heath
Am C/G
I could play my accordion
F C
And charm all of the women
C
And dance round the taproom
Bb C
With a chair in my teeth
Bb C Bb6
That's your mighty man, son
Gm C
Your mighty man
Bb C Bb6
That's your mighty man, son
Gm C
Your mighty man