Tom: G
G D
He just rode in from Aberdeen
Am C
He's got money in his pockets
D
And blisters like you've never ever seen
G D
Don't let him fool you with the stories
G D
Of all the money he has made
Am C
I've been looking along the north-east coastline
D
And those cowboys have already dug its grave
[Chorus]
G (strike) D
Look here comes a northern cowboy
G D
He just rode in from Aberdeen
Am C
He's got money in his pockets
D
And blisters like you've never ever seen
G D
Don't let him fool you with the stories
G D
Of all the money he has made
Am C
I've been looking along the north-east coastline
D
And those cowboys have already dug its grave
[Verse]
G D
There was a time when we were happy
G D
With the simple pleasures that we knew
Am C
And then one day it started raining
D
And a very ugly storm began to brew
G D
It wasn't long before we noticed
G D
That the people had a fever in their eyes
Am C
They were taking all the things they'd been preserving
D
And going out and throwing them up into the skies
[Chorus]
G (strike) D
Look here comes a northern cowboy
G D
He just rode in from Aberdeen
Am C
He's got money in his pockets
D
And blisters like you've never ever seen
G D
Don't let him fool you with the stories
G D
Of all the money he has made
Am C
I've been looking along the north-east coastline
D
And those cowboys have already dug its grave
[Verse]
G D
Once the money started moving
G D
The fever spread from door to door
Am C
And all the young girls started selling
D
Something they had never sold before
G D
The people spun around in circles
G D
Confusion cluttering their minds
Am C
Their lives were being drawn from them
D
By bastards of a hundred different kinds
[Chorus]
G (strike) D
Look here comes a northern cowboy
G D
He just rode in from Aberdeen
Am C
He's got money in his pockets
D
And blisters like you've never ever seen
G D
Don't let him fool you with the stories
G D
Of all the money he has made
Am C
I've been looking along the north-east coastline
D
And those cowboys have already dug its grave
[Verse]
G D
So come all ye northern cowboys
G D
Get back down here upon the farm
Am C
Leave the salt wind to the sailors
D
Leave the North Sea to the storm
G D
And one day when it's all over
G D
And you're hanging up your saddles and your guns
Am C
You'll look around this oil-stained country
D
And you'll wish to Christ it never had begun
