G                        C
I never thought it would happen
                          G
With me and the girl from Clapham
                 Em
Out on the windy common
                   G
That night I ain't forgotten
                        C
Where she dealt out the rations
                   G
With some or other passions
                 Em
I said you are a lady
                 G
Perhaps she said I may be


G                  C
We moved into a basement
                    G
With talks of our engagement
                     Em
We stayed in by the telly
                       G
Although the room was smelly
                        C
We spent our time just kissin'
                        G
The Railway Arms we're missin'
                      Em
But love had got us hooked up
                     G 
And all the time it took off


G                  C
I got a job with Stanley
                     G
He said I'd come in handy
                      Em
And he started me on Monday
                    G
So I had a bath on Sunday
                 C
I worked eleven hours
                          G
And bought the girl some flowers
                       Em
She said she'd seen a doctor
                       G
And nothing now could stop her


Em                      Bm
I worked all through the winter
                      Am
The weather brass and bitter
             D
I put away a tenner
                      F
Each week to make her better
                      Cm
And when the time was ready
                   Bbm
We had to sell the telly
                     Ab
Late evenings by the fire
                 C
And little kicks inside her


F                    Bb
This morning at four fifty
                  F
I took her rather nifty
               Dm
Down to an incubator
                     F
Where thirty minutes later
                    Bb
She gave birth to a daughter
                F
Within a year a walker
                         Dm
She looked just like her mother
                  F       F C G
If there could be another


G                       C
And now she's two years older
                     G
Her mother's with a soldier
                     Em
She left me with my drinkin'
                 G
Became a proper stingin'
                    C
The devil came and took me
                       G
From bar to street to bookie
                       Em
No more nights by the telly
                        G
No more nights nappies smelling


G                  C
Alone here in the kitchen
                          G
I feel there's somethin' missin'
                C
I beg for some forgiveness
                     G
But beggin's not my business
                       C
And she won't write a letter
                   G
Although I always tell her
                 Em
And so it's my assumption
                    G
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