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Song For Dan Treacy ukulele

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There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
I'm really unsure about the end, so If someone is willing to help me (cus I'm 
kinda sure it should be something more than F#m until it ends with an E, it 
doesn't sound complete). But the rest should be fine, it at least sounds alright when I play it.


 D             Bm             G                   Gm/Bb
He spends his time, or maybe half of his time, or part of the time wandering

           D/A                Bm                Em
'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes

D                  Bm           G                      Gm/Bb
with a tear in his eye, as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song

      D/A              Bm          Em      F#m     Fm
then stops, to paint a picture of a frown, walking around

Em Cm Gm F#m Fm x2 

And the fast guitar that's right after that part goes like this:

E|-------------------------| x2

D            Bm                G                          Gm/Bb 
Dan Treacy's smile, leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime?

    D/A                       Bm          Em
no rest for the mind, that's seen it all before

D                         Bm                 G                  Gm/Bb
and I don't know where he lives, but he's a myth of a man, and Texas Bob the cameraman

    D/A           Bm              Em             F#m       Fm          
is off to fix his sit before the show, yeah but where did he go?

Em Cm Gm F#m Fm x2

    C#m            A        
to know when your time's up 
     B                 E                G#m        Bm
you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening

      A    Am
oh oh oh oh oh

        C#m         A        
in the back of the station

    B               E                   G#m         Bm
fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering

         A                        F#   
well he speaks his mind, he says "what is crime?"

F#m                  F#m6
Dan Treacy's eyes

D                     Bm             G      
In the middle of the park, when the underground is dark

he's a poet he's a lark

           D                 Bm               Em
he starts thinking about a place that no one knows

D                       Bm             G
and when the creeks run dry, he stays frozen in time

strange lights in the sky
      D/A                     Bm                    Em
start blinking, I can see the car outside but he's listening

                  G#m                        Bm
oh oh oh oh, he's listening, oh oh oh, he's listening, ah ah ah

          A           Am
when he's making up his mind

C#m          A           B                   E         G#m   Bm   A  Am
He made his mind up, to get things done and overcome

C#m         A        B                E         G#m  Bm  A  Am
He made his mind up, yeah he's gonna let it go

C#m         A        B                E             G#m  Bm  A  Am
he made his mind up, in the park and at the station

C#m         A        B                E          G#m  Bm  A  Am
he made his mind up, yeah, he's gonna get it done

C#m         A        B                E         G#m  Bm  A  Am
he made his mind up, ooh yeah he's gonna get it done

C#m         A     B    E    G#m  Bm  
he made his mind up

A                            B
yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh

               C#m        B
no matter the time, oh oh

          C#m              B
when the creeps run by, oh no

                 C#m           B
he's making his mind up, oh oh oh oh

F#m                          B
yeah he's gonna get it done whoa

F#m                                    B
oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh

F#m                            B
yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,

F#m                                     F#m           
yeah, when the creeps walk by and say, "come here boy, look me in the eye"

F#m6                                      E
bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy 

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