Tom: A
A E A D
Sunday Service, Hengistbury Head
A E A D
Down the One Stop when you’re usually in bed
A E A D
Desolate bus like machine room spray abandons us and
A E A
Thelma walks the dog and
D A
Lotty braves the fog and
[Verse 2]
A E A D
Litter here blows in from some where every year and
A E A D
High tide is six month long and five miles wide
A E A D
And the surf shack sells you rain Macs and
A E A D
You can brave the weather or your money back and
A E
You can ruin your clothes
[Verse 3]
A D
Or raindrops on your nose
D
Or wait here at the terminus
C#m
The Sunday evenings omnibus
Bm
Brookside or an ambulance
A
Repossessed or recompensed
D
Common ground on common sense
[Verse 4]
C#m
Intended for the most intense
Bm
Weekends are a weak defence
A
And bus rides here are sixty pence
D A
Oh Oh…. And repeat to fade
