Something About England chords by The Clash

C             F
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
     Dm9   Am
Of the respected gentlemen
   F
They say it would be wine an' roses
D                 C
If England were for Englishmen again


C
Well I saw a dirty overcoat
    Am
At the foot of the pillar of the road
G7
Propped inside was an old man
   Am
Whom time would not erode
     C
When the night was snapped by sirens
   Am
Those blue lights circled fast
  G7
The dancehall called for an' ambulance
  Am
The bars all closed up fast
 C
My silence gazing at the ceiling
   Am
While roaming the single room
    G7
I thought the old man could help me
C

If he could explain the gloom
 Am
You really think it's all new
 G7
You really think about it too
Am
The old man scoffed as he spoke to me
 C
I'll tell you athing or two


C             F
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
  Am Em      Am
But not the sorrow afterwards
    Dm              F
With my father dead and my mother ran off
  C              G
My brothers took the pay of hoods
C             F
The twenties turned the north was dead
 Am Em      Am
The hunger strike came marching south
 Dm              F
At the garden party not a word was said
 C              G
The ladies lifted cake to their mouths


  C
The next war began and my ship sailed
Am
With battle orders writ in bed
  G7
In five long years of bullets and shells
  Am
We left tem million dead
  C
The few returned to old Piccadily
  Am
We limped around Leicster Square
  G7
The world was busy rebuilding itself
  Am
The architects could not care
  C
But how could we know when I was young
Am
All the canges that were to come?
G7
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
C
And now the terror of the scientific sun
Am
There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs
G7
They taught you how to touch your cap
Am
But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace
C
England never closed this gap


  C           F
So leave me now the moon is up
   Am Em        Am
But remember all the tales I tell
  Dm               F
The memories that you have dredged up
    C
Are on letters forwarded from hell

  C           F
The streets were by now deserted
   Am Em        Am
The gangs had trudged off home
  Dm               F
The lights clicked off in the bedsits
 C