Tono: D
Introducción:
GA D
Verse
D G
Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning,
A D
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes,
D G
She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me,
A D
I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die.
D G
They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow,
A D
Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got,
D G
They're gonna try and make me change my way of living,
A D
But they'll never make me something that I'm not.
D G
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
A D
but my heart lies in old West Virginia,
D G A
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee,
A D
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen.
GA D
VERSE
E A
They're putting us in identical little boxes,
B E
No character just uniformity,
E A
They're trying to build a computerised community,
B E
But they'll never make a zombie out of me.
E A
They'll try and make me study elocution,
B E
Because they say my accent isn't right,
E A
They can clear the slums as part of their solution,
B E
But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride.
E A
Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
B E
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,
E
Though my hills they're not green,
A B
I've seen them in my dreams,
B
Take me back to those Black Hills,
E
That I have never seen.
E A
Well I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
B E
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,
E
Though my hills are not green,
A B
I've seen them in my dreams,
B
Take me back to those Black Hills,
E
That I have never seen.