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I never will remember how that singer came to town |F ///|Gm///|
He walked in without a murmur, set his amp up, settled down |F ///|Gm///|
A minor masterclass in self-effacement |F/Am/|Dm///| ////|
Some thought the sound was piped up from the basement |Bb///|F ///|
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He wasn't badgered daily to grace Top of the Pops |F ///|Gm///|
In fact his discs were hard to find in all the record shops |F ///|Gm///|
And though there were some rumours of sessions for John Peel |F ///|F/Am/|Dm///|////|
I still can't be sure if they were real |Bb///|F ///|
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He wasn't chased by groupies for a bedpost filed notch |F ///|Gm///|
And drought or not, a hosepipe ban extended to his crotch |F ///|Gm///|
So people didn't worship or revere him |F/Am/|Dm///| ////|
And I can't remember ever going to hear him |Bb///|F ///|
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From Hitchin to Hunstanton, from Builth Wells to Bunessan |F ///|Gm///|
His name meant almost nothing, and it didn't snare a fan |F ///|Gm///|
He toured the clubs and venues, untouched by mass acclaim |F ///|F/Am/|Dm///|////|
And I still can't recollect his name |Bb///|F ///|
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I never could remember when that singer called it quits |F ///|Gm///|
When he finally decided there would be no 'Greatest Hits' |F ///|Gm///|
And eschewing fame, that fickle-eyed seducer |F/Am/|Dm///| ////|
Went off to be........ |Bb///|Bb///|Bb///|Bb///|
(I'll leave that line to you, sir) |Bb///|F ///| ||
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