Intro: G C D C G (x3)
verse 1
G C
I've got a mate who's a shaman, gets anything you want in no time
D C G
A weekend at Bernie's is a few days without any sunshine
G C
I know a right dour-faced bastard, a really nice guy but he hates life
D C G
he's got sarcastic eyeballs and a tongue that can slash like a lock-knife
Em C G
These faces I've known growing up on the streets in the southside
Em C G
From the hills of the 'milk to the parade in the eastend
Am C G
I remember the change in the accents on the westside
Em C G
Makin money till there's no time left to spend
Em C G
it's aw bullshit but we aw still pretend
G C D C G
verse 2
G C
When A was a wean I used to sell puff to make money
D C G
but we'd smoke all the profit and by Friday it was no longer funny
G C
A know a guy who's a lightweight, one or two jars and he's buckelt,
D C G
He's the guy that loses keys has tae break into his ain hoos and gets huckelt
Em C G
These faces I've known growing up on the streets in the southside
Em C G
From the songs in the schemes tae the Art School dreams of the toon
Am C G
and when a lie awake in the night time these things I remember
Em C G
Some happy, some sad, bring a smile tae ma face when am doon
Em C G
in the Priory or in Sinbad's in Dunoon
G C D C G
verse 3
Am C G
Av been all round the world but there's nowhere compares tae ma hometown
Em C G
The mayhem eh Glesga is buried deep in ma blood
Am C G
and there's no other place where a cunt might no be a put down
Em C G
It's 13 degrees an there's folk in the street in the scud
Outro
Em C G
No the best place but there's diamonds in the mud
Em C G
No the best place but there's diamonds in the mud
Em C
No the best place but there's diamonds