[Intro]
G F G Am G F G
[Verse]
F G Am
Little did I think when the judge first spoke
G F G
Those awful words to me
F G Am
That I would feel again the cold winds blow
G F G Em
And a heart would beat in 'Babbacombe' Lee
[Verse]
Am C
I was born to lead a life of sorrow
Am Em
Friends hang their heads in shame
G F G Am
Growing tired and weary of the morrow
G F G
Tortured by my terrible name
[Verse]
F G Am
When I was fifteen, my father called to me
G F G
Saying, "Now you are a man and all men work
F G Am
There's a lady and they say her name's Miss Keyes
G F G Em
Her pony's very old, it needs a nurse"
[Verse]
Am C
For eighteen months I worked for her at Hadley Glen
Am Em
She was like a mother to me
Am C
But time goes slowly when you're thinking wishfully
Am G
Of all the other places to be
[Verse]
F G Am
There were boats drifting in the harbour
G F G
There were sailors talking in the town
F G Am
That's the life for a boy who wants to wander
G F G
For a man who doesn't want to settle down