Cifras
Excavating Rita

Tom: B

Introdução:

             Bb                                                                                                    Dm  
When I need you you?re only ever twenty-eight away with a tailwind
Eb                                      Ebm                                              Bb  
I?m on Shimano Ultegra now, ain?t you heard?
                                                                                                  Dm  
Through the trauma Jemma Guntrip has failed as a friend
Eb                              Ebm                         Bb  
Venezuela, Australia, then me.
F                                 G#                            C#         F#                 B                      E  
But when it?s too late for drunks and too early for milkmen
D                                                                                    G#  
Give me the moonlight, give me a spade.
F#                                                                    B                                                      C#  
I?ve got soil on my fingers  I?ve got worms in my shoes,
F#                                                                 B                                                 C#  
The stench of death lingers when I lie next to you,
                                F#  
I?ve been allowed about an hour to comprehend
                  B                                                                 C#  
That I simply can?t walk out the door
                                F#                                                                                 B                                                    D  
They?ve got rules by which I must abide  regulations to keep me secure.
Bb                                                                                    Dm  
With a help chute and a carbon monoxide alarm
Eb                                                         Ebm                            Bb  
We would still have our Thursday afternoons
                                                                             Dm  
Consolation in the form of a halogen lamp
Eb                            Ebm                                            Bb  
Dark was the night, cold was the ground.
F                                      G#                      C#    F#                 B                                 E  
When you?ve got nothing to lose you get worms in your shoes
D                                              E                                    G#  
You get the subterranean lovesick blues.
F#                                                              C#    B                                                    F#  
I?m still your number one fan  I?m your Betterware man
                                                                     C#    B                                                    F#  
I?m still your number one fan  I?m your Betterware man
                                                                     C#    B                                                    D         F#    D    F#  
I?m still your number one fan  I?m your Betterware man.