MOTT THE HOOPLE
BACKSLIDING FEARLESSLY
MOTT THE HOOPLE (1969)
Written by Ian Hunter
(intro):
C F Em Dm
C F Em Dm
C F C
C F C
C F C F C
I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold
C Am Bb F
And the men that were young then are now terribly old
C F C
The graveyard was creaking with too many bones
C Am Bb F
While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold
C F C
Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse
C Am Bb F
Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse
C F C
I weep for the rebels conventional ways
C Am Bb F
For he loses his mind while the devious stay
C G
By the way
C F Em
If the world saluted you
Dm G Dm
Well what would you do if you could be there
G
Well would you still take me
Would you take me anywhere
C F Em
If the world saluted you
Dm F Dm
Well what would you say when things were down
Dm G
Would you still want me
Would you want me around
C F Em Dm C
C F C
C F C
So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs
C Am Bb F
Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands
C F C
I wish we were children I'd welcome the change
Dm Bb F
And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange
G
Ain't it strange
C F Em
If the world saluted you
Dm C Bm Dm
Well what would you do if you could be there
G
Would you still
Em G
Would you still take me anywhere
C F Em
If the world saluted you
Dm F Dm
What would you say when things were down
G
Would you still want me
Would you still want me around
C F Em Dm
OOooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
C F Em Dm
C F Em Dm
C F Em Dm
(fade out)