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A       D A E
E       A E D

A                                       D               A
In the town where I was born we were baptised by the water
        A                               Bm              E
In the town where I was born we were raised on hops and brown
        D               A               D               A
From the beaches and the Leas to the rolling hills of Cleadon
A                               E                       G       D
There was music ringing til they started bringing the venues down

A                    Bm         E                    A      G   F#
But mother created a jukebox. Daddy put the ‘out’ in South, as Shields lost hope.
        Bm              E                  D            A
With the ship docks and collieries closing down, down, down.
        D       Dm                      C#m     F#m
it’s amazing the men found anything to laugh about.
    Bm          E
But I just see smiles when I close my eyes

A                                       D               A
In the town where I was born, it was music that ruled Britannia
        A                               Bm              E
In the town where I was born we were dyed in black and white
        D               A               D               A
There was nothing going on but we made a lot of entertainment
A                               E                       G       D
No we didn’t have money but we always had plenty to do every night

A                    Bm         E                    A      G   F#
But mother created a jukebox. Daddy put the ‘out’ in South, as Shields lost hope.
        Bm              E                  D            A
With the ship docks and collieries closing down, down, down.
        D       Dm                      C#m     F#m
it’s amazing the men found anything to laugh about.
    Bm          E
But I just see smiles when I close my eyes

B                                       E               B
In the town where I was born we were baptised by the water
        B                               C#m             F#
In the town where I was born we were raised on hops and brown
        E               B               E               B
From the beaches and the Leas to the rolling hills of Cleadon
        B                       F#                      A       E
There was music ringing til they started bringing the venues down

B                    C#m        F#                   B      A   G#
But mother created a jukebox. Daddy put the ‘out’ in South, as Shields lost hope.
        C#m             F#                 E            B
With the ship docks and collieries closing down, down, down.
        E       Em                      D#m     G#m
it’s amazing the men found anything to laugh about.
    C#m         F#
But I just see smiles when I close my eyes

B
It’s a ‘get off your arse’ town. That won’t keep wuh [us] down
E
It’s a ‘get off your arse’ town. That won’t keep wuh [us] down

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