Man From Brummagem Town

	  		
INTRO: G 
 
verse 1  

I'm a man from Brummagem town  
                         D 
And a Brummie won't stay down  

I've worked from dawn, to the sun next morn  

With a shovel and a pick and a deal of brawn  
  G 
I put the bullring there  
                 D 
I built Victoria square  

I saw the nobs give tips with bobs  
                         G 
And I thought I'd get my share  

 
          C             G 
Well, you might say I'm nouveau 
    C               G 
Not fit to mix with gentry 
    C             G 
But if you make a show  
     C               G 
It's money gains you entry  
     C              G 
I've got my country home  
   C             G 
My carriages and horses  
  C        G        Am      G 
I might be nouveau, but I'm riche  
D                  G       C G Am G D   G 
Playing the market forces 
 


verse 2 
 

Well, a labourer's just a fool  
                    D 
A pawn and a boss's tool  

So, I cast my mind and what did I find?  

Well, I found me a golden rule  
     G 
Give odds of six to four  
               D 
Ten to one the draw  

They'll bet all day, they'll always pay  
                       G 
And then come back for more  


          C             G 
Well, you might say I'm nouveau 
    C               G 
Not fit to mix with gentry 
    C             G 
But if you make a show  
     C               G 
It's money gains you entry  
     C              G 
I've got my country home  
   C             G 
My carriages and horses  
  C        G        Am      G 
I might be nouveau, but I'm riche  
D                  G       C G Am G D   G 
Playing the market forces  

 
verse 3 


Well, it must be god's good plan  
                    D 
So, I take it all I can  

The chapel gate, the silver plate 
  
Were bought by this god-fearing man  
       G 
And my son will have it all  
                        D 
The pub, the lodge, the hall  

He's an empire lad just like his dad  
                             G 
And he's heard his country's call  


           C              G 
Well, they might say he's nouveau 
    C               G 
Not fit to mix with gentry  
      C               G 
But I gave him such a show  
   C                G 
My money bought him entry  
     C                  G 
He's got the best there is  
   C            G 
In uniforms and horses  
   C        G        Am       G 
He might be nouveau, but he's riche 
       D              G      C G Am G D   G 
And an officer in the forces  

 
verse 4 
 

He's smart, that lad of mine  
                        D 
He'll serve his country fine  

The Kaiser dreams of war it seems  

But he'd better toe the line  
    G 
Oh, war would bring us hell  
                    D 
But jobs of work as well  
  
Be it gun or blade, it's Brummie made  
                      G 
And we live by what we sell  
      D 
Be it gun or blade, it's Brummie made  
                      G 
And we live by what we sell  

He's smart, that lad of mine  
      D 
He'll keep out of the line