Chords with lyrics
Key: A Verse 1: G C G In a hot dusty playground of a small country school G D Where nobody's heard of the Queensbury rules C G A skinny young boy cried tears of defeat A7 D7 D D7 D6 D And they made two rivers down the dust of his cheeks. Verse 2: G C G So he ran home to Mother and told her his woes; G D How the bully had licked him and bloodied his nose. C G She said to him "Son, you might be quite small A7 D7 D D7 D6 D But the bigger they come the harder they fall. Chorus: G G So pick yourself up and dust yourself down D Battles ain't won lying down on the ground. C D G Em Never say die and always come back C G D G 'Cause dynamite comes in a very small pack". Verse 3: G C G On a hot dusty battleground serving his land G D That boy was mortally wounded young man. C G He said to himself "Man you ain't dead yet!" A7 D7 D D7 D6 D He remembered the words that his mother had said. Chorus: G G So pick yourself up and dust yourself down D Battles ain't won lying down on the ground. C D G Em Never say die and always come back C G D G 'Cause dynamite comes in a very small pack".
