Back On My Feet

A A how many days will the wet weather last? A G i want to know will the clouds E when they roll back A F#m reveal a man in an old mac Bsus4 B living on a park bench Esus4 E sitting on his own? A cut to the rain as it runs down the glass G E eventually through the lightning and thunder A F#m we see a man going under Bsus4 B this is how it happens Esus4 E this is what he said E A i don’t need love E A though temptation is sweet E F#m give me your hand D A ’til i’m back on my feet E A E A you’re always telling me about my misery E F#m i’ve seen things you’ll never see D A don’t pity me A focus in on the breath of a man A G who takes a brown paper bag E from his knapsack A F#m between his whispers and wise cracks Bsus4 B he’s looking for permission Esus4 E screaming at the sky E A i don’t need love E A though temptation is sweet E F#m give me your hand D A ’til i’m back on my feet E A E A you’re always telling me about my misery E F#m i’ve seen things you’ll never see D A don’t pity me C i’ll be right again A be upright without you C i’ll stand up again A kick up a fuss again too A cut back again to a girl walking by G E until the feet that are all shoes and no socks A F#m climb an invisible soap box Bsus4 B laughing at the traffic Esus4 E shouting at the world E A i don’t need love E A though temptation is sweet E F#m give me your hand D A ’til i’m back on my feet E A E A you’re always telling me about my misery E F#m i’ve seen things you’ll never see D A don’t pity me C i’ll stand up again A kick up a fuss again too C i’ll be right again A be upright without you A we see a life through the eyes of a man as he live and he dies by a simple tattoo C i’ll be back again A when i land on my feet C i’ll stand up again A kick up a fuss again , wouldn’t you A well there you go , though we tried hard to know him it’s there on his face he’s a case where there’s clearly no hope C give me your hand again ’til i land again A his face starts to fade as we pull down the shade and the picture we made is in glorious cinemascope C A i’ll be back . . .