Intro: Fm Verse 1: Bm7 B7 F One day Mr Solomons said Gm F7 Fm7 F7 There was a little black cloud over your head Bm7 B7 F C Anyway you’ve received a threat F7 Or so he understands Bm7 B F I’m a country lad but I see it too Bm7 B7 F F7 How much it’s got to you Bm7 And now you’re slipping down F7 Into the shadowlands
Verse 2: Bm7 B7 F My life’s the fighting game Gm7 F7 Fm7 F7 I keep my cool, I stay the same Bm7 B7 F C We never mind how bad it is Gm7 F7 Fm In fact we like all your F7 Showbiz shenanigans Bm7 B7 F And Jack wants to help you out Bm7 Is what it’s all about F7 With Mr Solomons Pre-Chorus: Fm We like the flashbulbs, pop, pop, pop Fm All the razzamatazz B7 We like the big nights, the West End lights F7 And all of that jazz Chorus: Fm And you can bet Jack is never going back Fm To Frying Pan Alley Fm You can bet Jack is never going back To Frying Pan Alley Verse 2: Bm7 B7 F He signed me as a prospect, see Gm7 F7 Fm7 Then something let Go in my knee Bm7 B7 F C But I’m no clapped out punchateer F7 Like some of the other ones Bm7 B7 F Promoting’s all about the gate Bm7 B7 F Information’s worth its weight Bm7 I’m the eyes and ears and it’s great F7 With Mr Solomons Bridge: Fm Daytimes I’ll make the rounds In every caff and every pub in this part of town Fm There’s a mug or a pug F And always someone blathering Bm7 B7 F It’s gossip calypso all day long Bm7 B7 F Who’s the money going on Bm7 Who’s been training wrong F7 Got hurt or struggling Bridge 2: Fm Well I might have a couple with a cornerman The one with the sponge and bucket Fm I’ve maybe got a bottle for a club doorman Gm F7 Tickets for a waitress in my pocket Instrumental: Bm7 B7 F Gm7 F7 Fm F7 Bm7 B7 F C F7 Verse 3: Bm7 B7 F She said ‘It’s me or the ring, Jack’ years ago Gm7 F7 Fm7 F7 So he swapped his gloves for Savile Row Bm7 B7 F C Jack’s no pushover though F7 He likes that story told Bm7 B7 F Behind the pinstripe buttonhole Bm7 Behind the yellow rose F7 Beats a heart of gold Bm7 B F Now he’s got me something new Gm7 F7 Fm F7 Which is to look out for you Bm7 F7 I said, ‘I’d be happy to, Mr Solomons’ Verse 4: Bm7 B7 F C One day Mr Solomons said Fm Cmdim C7 F7 Fm ‘London, son, we have got some hard pavements’ Bm7 B7 F There’s more to the man than the motto read Fm On the wall above his head Cmdim C7 F7 ‘Winners win, losers make their own arrangements’ Outro: Fm You can bet Jack is never going back To Frying Pan Alley Fm Yeah, you can bet Jack is never going back To Frying Pan Alley Fm You can bet Jack is never going back To Frying Pan Alley Fm Yeah, you can bet Jack is never going back To Frying Pan Alley Fm