Chords for Dick Gaughan - 'No Gods (and Precious Few Heroes)' (Glasgow, 2013)

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_ _ [Bb] _ I was listening [F] to the news the other day, and a black politician [Bb] who had the nerve [C] to
say he [F] was proud to be Scottish by the name of it.
With a gory [C] command, [F] passed to another.
_ _ [D] He said, [F] what I [C] just listened to the guy, [Fm] no surrender to the truth.
[C] And here's the reason why, [Bb] the power [F] and the glory is another bloody lie. _
[Gm] Yes, it gave us [C] all a new life.
[F] For thus no gods and thus precious few equals.
For [Bb] thus planting [F] on the door, [G] a new divine [C] little view.
And [Bbm] it's [F] time now, to sweep the future clear.
Of [Bb] a life of a [F] past, that we no longer feel.
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[C] _ _ _ So [F] then we're to the head and the glen.
They clear us off once, and do it all [C] again.
On [F] the stone of ash, the thinking head.
I bet [C] many think life's cheaper even [F] better. _
There's none much to choose, between [C] the old and the new.
[F] We still don't give a damn, what the [C] likes of me knew.
[Bb] Just make [F] it a right thing, to factor when it's [Bb] due.
[G] And make your bloody manners, [C] when you pay.
_ [F] For thus no gods and thus precious few equals.
For [Bb] thus planting [F] on the door, a new [C] divine little view. _
And [Bbm] it's [F] time now, to [Bb] sweep [F] the future clear.
[Bb] Of a [Am] life of a past, that we [C] no longer feel. _ _ _ _ _ _
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And tell it, [Cm] when you hear [F] them. _
Up there, go in and start like, that cowherd in [C] here again.
[Bb] Throwing you round [F] like a rabbit, from the glen.
_ Screaming better hop than him, to the butcher.
_ [D] Or are you sitting in your [F] council house, [G] dreaming all your [D] plans.
Waiting for the jack-o-lanterns, to come and [C] free the land.
[F] Time going in the brew, [Bb] with your claymore [F] in your hand.
[Gm] And count off the printers, [C] in a queue.
[Bb] For thus [F] no gods and thus precious few equals.
For [Bb] thus planting [F] on the door, a new [G] divine little view.
[C] _ And [Bb] it's [F] time now, to sweep the future clear.
[Bb] Of a [F] life of a past, that we no longer feel.
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_ [C] So now talk to me [F] and stop and don't break.
For if we're all fight soon, there'll be nothing left [C] to say.
So who should [F] ever stand in, watch and [Dm] lift your grave.
While you wait [C] for the [F] Adam Messiah. _ _
He'll lead us to the promise, like [C] a lamp in his eye.
[Dm] All upon the oil, and let us [D] keep on buying.
[Bb] Free [F] head and ear, high summers in the sky.
[G] Bowing down on the [Bb] sands, [C] the land.
[F] For thus no gods and thus precious few equals.
[Bb] For thus planting on the [F] door, a [G] new divine [C] little view. _ _
[F] And I'm sure, for thus plenty living fear.
That they may stand together, [C] with our shoulders at [F] the wheel.
_ [Bb] I wish me [F] no gods.
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