Chords for Hamish Imlach - A song for smokers.

Ian never smoked tobacco. _ _
_ _ _ There are people who are ex-smokers
_ who are a total [C] pain in the ass.
_ _ _ This song's for them. _
_ _ _ Now I'm [G] a social [C] _ outcast, _ _
a modern _ day refugee. _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] Joy turns [G] to gloom [C] when I walk in the [G] room. _
[Am] They all turn their [D] back upon me.
_ _ _ I'm not a thug or [C] a mugger.
_ _ I've [F] not murdered [Em] anyone yet. _ _ _
[C] But you would think I was [Em]
Count Bloody [Am] Dracula.
Ha [G] ha ha, cigarette.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ Some folk get their kicks [C] from alcohol.
_ _ _ Some stuff their nose with cocaine. _ _ _
[Fm] Some [G] folk like knocking [C] old [G] women about,
_ [A] dressed up in leather [G] and chains.
_ _ _ There's masochists, sadists, [C] horridists. _ _
_ Folk that like to rest in the [Em] dry. _
_ _ _ [F] I'm no like them. _
[E] That's no my game.
You'd be beaten [G] to life one more time.
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_ [D] _ [G] Ha ha ha.
[C] _ _
_ _ _ _ You can snuff it.
Do you think too much _ exercise? _ _
You can snuff it not doing enough. _
_ _ You can snuff it [D] by eating too, [G] you know.
_ You can snuff it eating too much. _
_ You [C] can snuff [G] it stay [C] out late at night.
_ _ You can snuff it lying [Em] in your bed. _ _ _
[C] So now you're snuffing, keep [G] right on [Am] puffing.
It's [G] on my own bloody head.
_ [A] _ _ [E] Ha ha ha, [G] my own bloody [C] head. _ _ _
Swear to [G] Lord for all the [C] smokers.
_ _ [C] You _ can't smoke in the crowd. _ _ _ _
_ [G] Remember when _ a smoker lights up.
He's [A] keeping your income tax down.
[A] Yes he is. _
[G] He's keeping your income tax down.
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