Nothing But The Same Old Story


#-----------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------# #This OLGA file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation # #of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or # #research. Remember to view this file in Courier, or other monospaced font. # #See http://www.olga.net/faq/ for more information. # #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Subject: b/brady_paul/nothing_but_the_same_old_story.crd Date: Thu, 12 Jun 1997 11:48:15 -0400 From: Dave Carroll "Nothing But The Same Old Story" by Paul Brady Em C G I was just about nineteen C D G When I landed on their shore D Bm7 With my eyes big as headlights C D C Like the thousands and thousands who came before G I was going to be something Bm7 C D G I smiled at the man scrutinising my face D Em A Em A As I stepped down off the gangway Came down to their city Where I worked for many's the year Built a hundred houses Must've pulled half a million pints of beer Living under suspicion Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes You can see that your nothing but a murderer In their eyes, we're nothing but a bunch of murderers Chorus Em C G C D G Hey Johnny, can't wait 'til Saturday night D Bm7 Got a thirst that's raging C D C Know a place where we can put that right G Bm7 Wash away the confusion C D Hose down this fire inside G But look out! D Em I'll tear you into pieces if you cross me I'm sick of watching them break up Every time some bird brain puts us down Making jokes on the radio Guess it helps them all drown out the sound Of the crumbling foundations Any fool can see the writing on the wall But they just don't believe that it's happening There's a crowd says I'm alright Say they like my turn of phrase Take me round to their parties Like some dressed up monkey in a cage And I play my accordian Oh, but when the wine seeps through the facade It's nothing but the same old story Nothing but the same old story Chorus Got a brother in Boston Says he'll send me on the fare Just wrote me a letter Making out that he's cleaning up out there Two cars in the driveway Summer house way down on the Cape And I know that he's fix me up in the morning I've been thinking about it But it seems so far to go People say in the winter You'd get lost underneath the snow And there's this girl from my home place We've been planning to move back and give it a try So I never got around to going That's why I never got around to going Chorus Wow! Now there are TWO Paul Brady songs out there! From the 1981 album "Hard Station" (Mercury #834 696-2. sell your car, fly to Dublin, buy it!) but also on the US-available 1992 compilation "Songs and Crazy Dreams" (Fontana #314 512 397-2). This song is about the Irish experience in England.I play it as described, although playing with the record requires a capo on the 2nd fret.