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Standard Tuning, live versions currently available sound to be Capo I
Might just be my preference, but Play D as 554030, sounds better than xx0232 or 200232
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332010
552030
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It s boxing night
I celebrate in style
with boxer shorts and spirits
floor litteed with ghosts of bottles passed
There s a naked hush
clothed only with breath and a pulse
of a heart that is kicking
as though it is desperate to be born
and I m hostage blind
deaf to the din outside
Good Glasgow could burn to it s bones (timber?) tonight
and I d barely blink an eye
well the clock just stopped
put that on my ing headstone (you can cut that into my headstone)
won t something move so I stop
staring a hole into the phone
you can get me at home
I ll be drinking to death
just me and these walls
and a beaten up chair
on boxing day
()
this is boxing night
and someone lost an eye
well I swear I ve lost the last drop
of whatever kept me awake, alive
we fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook
to a blushed and swollen face
and in a single blow it s murdered
and now it takes years to waste away
well I can t call you all night any more
I can t call you full stop
though you know you can call me up any time
call me whatever the you want
you can get me at home
I ll be drinking to death
just me and these walls
and a beaten up chair
you can get me at home
I ll be drinking to death
just me and these walls
and my beaten up chair
on boxing day
|: () :| Repeat few times; end on
Might just be my preference, but Play D as 554030, sounds better than xx0232 or 200232
320033
022000
332010
552030
|: :|
It s boxing night
I celebrate in style
with boxer shorts and spirits
floor litteed with ghosts of bottles passed
There s a naked hush
clothed only with breath and a pulse
of a heart that is kicking
as though it is desperate to be born
and I m hostage blind
deaf to the din outside
Good Glasgow could burn to it s bones (timber?) tonight
and I d barely blink an eye
well the clock just stopped
put that on my ing headstone (you can cut that into my headstone)
won t something move so I stop
staring a hole into the phone
you can get me at home
I ll be drinking to death
just me and these walls
and a beaten up chair
on boxing day
()
this is boxing night
and someone lost an eye
well I swear I ve lost the last drop
of whatever kept me awake, alive
we fell in the Forth from a heavy right hook
to a blushed and swollen face
and in a single blow it s murdered
and now it takes years to waste away
well I can t call you all night any more
I can t call you full stop
though you know you can call me up any time
call me whatever the you want
you can get me at home
I ll be drinking to death
just me and these walls
and a beaten up chair
you can get me at home
I ll be drinking to death
just me and these walls
and my beaten up chair
on boxing day
|: () :| Repeat few times; end on