Richard Thompson OBE (born 3 April 1949, Notting Hill, London) is a British singer/songwriter and guitarist. Highly regarded for his guitar techniques, Thompson was awarded the Orville H. Gibson award for best acoustic guitar player in 1991. Similarly, his songwriting has earned him an Ivor Novello Award and, in 2006, a lifetime achievement award from BBC Radio. Thompson made his debut as a recording artist as a member of Fairport Convention in September 1967.
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Bm11 EDmaj7/EEsus4 I started to cry, they put gin in my cup Dmaj7/EEDmaj7Esus4 I started to crawl and they swaddled me up Dmaj7/EEAsus2/EE I got up and run, they said, easy son Asus2/EE Play up, play the game
Dmaj7/EEDmaj7/EEsus4 They told me to think and forget what I'd heard Dmaj7/EEDmaj7Esus4 They told me to lie and then questioned my word Dmaj7/EEAsus2/EE They taught me to fail, better sink than sail Asus2/EE Just play the game
Em7A/EEm7A/E Oh towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land Em7A/EEm7 F#m7b5 B9sus4 Oh a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand
EmG They said you can't win, you can't win F#m7b5 Fmaj7b5 You sweat blood, you give in EmG You can't win, you can't win F#m7b5 Fmaj7b5 Turn the cheek, take it on the chin EmEm/D Don't you dare do this don't you dare do that C A7sus2 We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back EmEm/D The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people C The nerve of some people A7susEBm7EEsus4 Bm11 I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are
Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues Better to leave than stay here and grieve And play the game
Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound Stand there and rust, and die if you must But play the game
Oh if we can't have it, why should a wretch like you? Oh it was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too
You can't win, you can't win You sweat blood, you give in You can't win, you can't win Turn the cheek, take it on the chin Don't you dare do this don't you dare do that We harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people