The Old Number 10 ukulele

The Old Number 10

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The Old Number 10 - Bernard Bolan

D                                                              
In the town that I once called me home,
                                        F#m                       
It was early in winter; the evening was chill.
     A                                                          
Just in for the day, and then far off tomorrow,
                        D                                       
I'd just a few hours to kill.

                                                               
Though I was indifferent, me feet were quite certain
                             F#m                                  
Of just where they wanted to be:
       A                                                        
It was off to the Old Number Ten where my friends
                                  D                             
Would be drinking and waiting for me.
                                                               
  G                            F#m
I first had me doubts when the paint on the outside
    G                     D                                      
Was no longer peeling and old,
      G                         F#m                                
And a sign that said gaily "Hot lunches served daily"
        Em                        A                               
Had the blood in me veins running cold.


CHORUS: 

    G                   D          F#m walk up to B in bass            
You drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
    G           D                                               
You seem such a long time ago.
    G                            D            F#m                   
You seem so much different since last time we met,
    A    walk down to F#    walk up to D                        
But maybe it's me; I don't know.
                                                               
                                                               
D
Into the bar I went, ordered a jar and then
                           F#m                                 
Looked for a face from the past,
   A                                                            
But no one there knew me; the way they looked through me,
                                  D                             
I might have been made out of glass.
                                                               

I said "I used to come here, you know, years and years ago."
                              F#m                                 
"Well, Sir, it must warm your heart
   A                                                            
To see, how we've changed it and quite rearranged it
                             D                                  
And got it all looking quite smart.
                                                               
       G                             F#m                           
"I can tell by your clothes you're a fella who knows
    G                        D                                       
The way a good pub should be run,
        G                       F#m                                
With no spitting or swearing or overall-wearing
         Em                        A                              
Like the old days when you used to come".


        G                   D         F#m walk up to B in bass            
But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
    G           D                                               
You seem such a long time ago.
    G                            D            F#m                   
You seem so much different since last time we met,
    A    walk down to F#    walk up to D                        
But maybe it's me; I don't know.

                                                               
                                                               
With me heart feeling heavy as I was just ready 
                          F#m                                     
To finish me Guinness and go,
         A                                                      
I saw an old face that glistened in the fire that had listened
                               D                                
To more tales than you'll ever know.
                                                              
                                                               
                                                               
With the years in between, it was foolish to dream
                           F#m                                    
That he'd ever remember my face,
      A                                                         
But I bought him a beer and as I set it down near him,
                               D                                
The old man looked up from his place.

    G                              F#m                             
"By Christ, is it thee?" he said. "Well, bugger me," he said.
G                     D                                          
"Champion to see thee again!
G                        F#m                                       
Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said.
Em                        A                                       
"Neither have you, me old friend."
                                                               
G                       F#m                                        
"Is it thee?" he said. "I'll go to sea" he said.
G                      D                                         
"Champion to see thee again!
G                        F#m                                       
Isn't it strange how you just haven't changed?" I said.
Em                        A                                       
"Neither have you, my old friend."


        G                   D         F#m walk up to B in bass            
But you drinking men at the Old Number Ten,
    G           D                                               
You seem such a long time ago.
    G                            D            F#m                   
You seem so much different since last time we met,
    A    walk down to F#    walk up to D                        
But maybe it's me; I don't know.

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