Loudon Wainwright III - Primrose Hill

      Primrose Hill (Capo 2)

[Verse]
  C
Living on the side of Primrose Hill
  F
Drinking cans of Tennants just can't seem to get my fill
  G
Got a beat up guitar and a dirty old sleeping bag
  F
And this mangy dog whose tail don't wag

 C
Sun's been shining down on my hillside bed
 F
That's not the only reason my face is so red
 G
This nasty cut on my nose is not from no fight
 F
I just fell down yesterday or maybe it was last night

 C
I used to sing and play down in the underground
 F
But a few years back they started cracking down
 G
Now I'm living on the side of Primrose Hill
 F
I'm no tourist attraction but I give them a thrill

[interlude]

 C
Yeah I see you riding by on your flash bicycle
 F
Yeah they can do you for that on Primrose Hill
 G
A pretty young mother goes by she's pushing her pram
 F
Her little baby leans out just to see what I am
 C
From the top of the hill there's a hell of a view
 F
Houses of Parliament and London Zoo
 G
Those politicians all chatter they trumpet and roar
 F
That must be what those hyenas all are laughing for
 C
When you come up to London it sure is something to see
 F
It's somewhere to go but it's no place to be
 G
And there's two things keeping me from going 'round the bend
 F
I got my music and this dog for a friend

[interlude]

 C
'Cause life gets slippery when you're living on the side
 F
Yeah I know I should quit drinking but I haven't even tried
 G
My mutt's licking my fingers and I'm wetting my lips
 F
I got a can of extra strong and a bag of chicken and chips
 C
If I had a little money I'd get a few things
 F
Like a bottle of vodka and a pack of new guitar strings
 G
I guess I could die here on the side of this hill
 F
I'm no tourist attraction but I'd give them a chill
 C
And I'm living on the side Of Primrose Hill
 F
Drinking cans of Tennants Just can't seem to get my fill
 G
Got a beat up guitar And dirty old sleeping bag
 F
This mangy dog Whose tail won't wag