Poor Scouser Tommy

Verse G D G Let me tell you the story of a poor boy D Who was sent far away from his home G C To fight for his king and his country G D G and also the old folks back home. Verse G D G So they put him in a highland division D Sent him off to a far, foreign land G C Where the flies swarm around in their thousands G D G and there was nothing to see but the sand. Verse G D G Well, the battle it started next morning D Under the Libyan Sun. G C I remember the poor scouser Tommy G D G he was shot by an old Nazi gun. Verse G D G As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying D with the blood gushing out of his head, of his head G C As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying G D G These were the last words he said:- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [The Sash] Verse G Oooooh, I am a Liverpudlian Em7 D and I come from the Spion Kop. D7 I love to sing, I love to shout G Em G and I go there quite a lot, every week!. Verse G We support the team that plays in red Em D The team that we all know D7 The team that we call Liverpool G Em G and to glory we will go. Verse G We've won the league We've won the cup Em G And we've been to Europe too D7 We played the toffees for a laugh G D G and we left them feeling blue, 5-0! G G 1, 2 G G G 1, 2, 3 G G G G 1, 2, 3, 4 G G 5-0! G Rush scored one G Rush scored two G Rush scored three G And Rush scores four G Na na na na, na na na, na na na... G A7 D7 All you need is Rush G A7 D7 All you need is Rush G B7 Em7 All you need is Rush, Rush C D7 G Rush is all you need.