INTRO: E
VERSE:
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I came down from Newcastle town E
To the part of the south coast that I love the most.
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I was stretched out tight after a couple of nights E
Going crazy in Glasgow, I think you all know how that goes.
CHORUS:
A
I needed some peace, somewhere to stand still,
Through the Cotswold hills down to Portland Bill,
E
And to charge up my batteries for next weekend,
Where I'd be cruising through Cardiff and ending up in Southend.
B
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
A-(MUTED/MUFFLED) E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
VERSE:
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I met a guy from Cornwall who'd never left the county E
I told him about the big smoke, I don't think he believed me.
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I told him about the scene along the south coast to Kent, E
Across the estuary to East Anglia, and then I think he knew what I meant.
CHORUS:
A
A man is bored of life if he's bored of these islands,
All creation is here from Hythe to the Highlands.
E
The Black Country witnessed my basest predations
And the road up to Hull is paved with wicked intentions.
B
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
A-(MUTED/MUFFLED) E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
INSTRUMENTAL:
RIFF:
https://www.coveralia.com/acordes/sweet-albion-blues-frank-turner.php
Em A
E --3--0----------------------3--0------------------
B --------3--0----------------------3--0------------
G --------------3--4--0-------------------3--4--2---
D -----------------------2----------------------2---
A -----------------------2--------------------------
E --------------------------------------------------
Em A E
E --3--0----------------------
B --------3--0----------------
G --------------3--4--0-------
D -----------------------2----
A -----------------------2-----
E ----------------------------
BREAK: (PLAY RIFF ABOVE OVER THESE WORDS)
All across the hills and valleys,
From the A roads to the seas,
The suburbs lead up to the cities,
And that's where you'll find me.
BREAK: (PLAY RIFF ABOVE OVER THESE WORDS)
All across the hills and valleys,
From the A roads to the seas,
The suburbs lead up to the cities,
And that's where you'll find me.
VERSE:
A
Go mad in Manchester, wind down in Winchester,
Roaming the home counties, where the parties are free,
E
Circling London like dirt round a storm drain and
Somewhere near Holborn's the heart of the beast.
B
Don't go stopping and putting down roots
A-(MUTED/MUFFLED) E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
OUTRO:
E A B E
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
E A B E
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.
E A B E
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
E A B E
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.
