Put a Penny In the Slot Chords & Lyrics by Fionn Regan
Put a Penny In the Slot
guitar chords lyrics
PUT A PENNY IN THE SLOT BY FIONN REGAN
I love this song, and couldn�t find any chords for it, so thought I would give it
a go.. this is my first song transposing.. so I hope its okay, if you think
something is wrong and I should change it, please tell me XD
CAPO 1ST FRET (:
C
I apologise,
F C
seem to have arrived,
Am E Am
On what items in my bag from your house.
C
There's cutlery,
F C
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
Am E Am
And a book on Presidents deceased.
C
I'll have them fed-exed to you,
F C
It was a strange thing to do,
Am E Am
I hope we can still be friends.
C
Ah, it was not me,
F C
but someone else, you see,
Am E Am
Twisting the steering reins.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
C
I don't give advise,
F C
But be wise and think twice,
Am E Am
Before getting involved in a game.
C
Where the minority
F C
Face the majority
Am E Am
Who are faceless and born without names.
C
Was it knock synch when
F C
we came across three men,
Am E Am
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
C
I bought two from them,
F C
And I'll lit one for you,
Am E Am
I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
C
The soul of a dog,
F C
he's alive and not gone
Am E Am
To the farm like the others said.
C
A Rhodesian richback,
F C
Off the beaten track,
Am E Am
In a furniture shop down on the quays.
C
For the lonliness you foster,
F C
I suggest Paul Oster,
Am E Am
A book called Timbuktu.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and watch the
E F C
Drunken sailor boy dance.
F C Am
She will not let you be
C G
Her lov-ver.
F C Am
She goes out looking for
C G
The taxi.
F C Am
Her phone is ringing straight to
C G
Message-minder.
F C Am
Send out a battalion to
C G
Find her.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and count the
E F C
Swans through a te-elescope.
Am C
I can't help from cryin'
F C
I wish you were mine.
C
When I was seventeen,
F C
I followed my dream,
Am E Am
Up into a high-rise block.
C
The adventures of Augie March,
F C
By Saul Bel-low,
Am E Am
Was all I had for company.
C
At night time I'd lie
F C
In Beckingham pike,
Am E Am
With tears like flashbulbs.
C
And recall my treasure-
F C
Searching days,
Am E Am
In the rock pools as a kid.
C
To the remains of
F C
The cherub plains,
Am E Am
Or around the bonfire in Nailors� cove.
C
Good company and grief
F C
Sit like a dock leaf,
Am E Am
Sits beside a stinging nett-le.
C Am
Put a penny in the slot and make an
E F C
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
F C F C
Leave go-ooo. My golden arm
