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                                          Artist - Harvey Andrews
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                                       Song - Man From Brummagem Town 
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                                         Album - The Journey (1997)
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                                           Tabbed By - Ayreon77
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Tuning = Standard



INTRO
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G

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VERSE 1
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I'm a man from Brummagem town 
                         D
And a Brummie won't stay down 

I've worked from dawn, to the sun next morn 

With a shovel and a pick and a deal of brawn 
  G
I put the bullring there 
                 D
I built Victoria square 

I saw the nobs give tips with bobs 
                         G
And I thought I'd get my share 


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CHORUS
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          C             G
Well, you might say I'm nouveau
    C               G
Not fit to mix with gentry
    C             G
But if you make a show 
     C               G
It's money gains you entry 
     C              G
I've got my country home 
   C             G
My carriages and horses 
  C        G        Am      G
I might be nouveau, but I'm riche 
D                  G       C G Am G D   G
Playing the market forces 


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VERSE 2
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Well, a labourer's just a fool 
                    D
A pawn and a boss's tool 

So, I cast my mind and what did I find? 

Well, I found me a golden rule 
     G
Give odds of six to four 
               D
Ten to one the draw 

They'll bet all day, they'll always pay 
                       G
And then come back for more 


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CHORUS
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          C             G
Well, you might say I'm nouveau
    C               G
Not fit to mix with gentry
    C             G
But if you make a show 
     C               G
It's money gains you entry 
     C              G
I've got my country home 
   C             G
My carriages and horses 
  C        G        Am      G
I might be nouveau, but I'm riche 
D                  G       C G Am G D   G
Playing the market forces 


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VERSE 3
********

Well, it must be god's good plan 
                    D
So, I take it all I can 

The chapel gate, the silver plate
 
Were bought by this god-fearing man 
       G
And my son will have it all 
                        D
The pub, the lodge, the hall 

He's an empire lad just like his dad 
                             G
And he's heard his country's call 


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CHORUS
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           C              G
Well, they might say he's nouveau
    C               G
Not fit to mix with gentry 
      C               G
But I gave him such a show 
   C                G
My money bought him entry 
     C                  G
He's got the best there is 
   C            G
In uniforms and horses 
   C        G        Am       G
He might be nouveau, but he's riche
       D              G      C G Am G D   G
And an officer in the forces 


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VERSE 4
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He's smart, that lad of mine 
                        D
He'll serve his country fine 

The Kaiser dreams of war it seems 

But he'd better toe the line 
    G
Oh, war would bring us hell 
                    D
But jobs of work as well 
 
Be it gun or blade, it's Brummie made 
                      G
And we live by what we sell 
      D
Be it gun or blade, it's Brummie made 
                      G
And we live by what we sell 

He's smart, that lad of mine 
      D
He'll keep out of the line



ENJOY..............

            
            
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