The Beautiful South — Dont Marry Her

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Artist - The Beautiful South
Song - Dont Marry Her
Album - "Blue Is The Colour"
Tabbed By JINX


[Intro]

    C  G  Fmaj7 C Fmaj7 C  D  G
e|--0--3—-x-----0--x----0--x--3--------------------------------|
B|--3--2—-x-----3--x----3--0--2--------------------------------|
G|--2--0—-3-----2--3----2--0--0--------------------------------|
D|--0--0—-2-----0--2----0--2--0--------------------------------|
A|--1--0—-1-----1—-1----1--3--0------------------------------|
E|--0--3—-0-----0--0----0--1--3--------------------------------|


[Verse]

C                 G
Think of you with pipe and slippers
Fmaj7           G
Think of her in bed
Fmaj7             C                   D           G
Laying there just watching telly then think of me instead
     C             G               Fmaj7            G
I'll never grow so old and flabby, that could never be
Fmaj7       G         C
Don't marry her, have me

     C                      G
Your love light shines like cardboard
         Fmaj7          G
But your work shoes are glistening
        Fmaj7     C
She's a PHD in 'I told you so'
         D                      G
You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'
       C                G            Fmaj7            G
She'll grab your Sandra Bullocks and slowly raise the knee
Fmaj7       G         C
Don't marry her, have me


[Chorus]

        C                                 Fmaj7 C
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
        Fmaj7                     C
And you realise you can't make it anyway
                                   Fmaj7          C
You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park,
Fmaj7       G         C
Don't marry her, have me


[Verse]

      C             G
Those lovely Sunday mornings
     Fmaj7                G
With breakfast brought in bed
      Fmaj7                C                D                   G
Those blackbirds look like knitting needles trying to peck your head
      C                    G            Fmaj7          G
Those birds will peck your soul out and throw away the key
Fmaj7       G         C
Don't marry her, have me

        C                G
And the kitchen's always tidy
    Fmaj7             G
The bathroom's always clean
Fmaj7                    C                        D             G
She's a diploma in 'just hiding things', you've a first in 'low esteem'
          C              G                Fmaj7          G
When your socks smell of angels, but your life smells of Brie
Fmaj7       G         C
Don't marry her, have me


[Chorus]

        C                                 Fmaj7 C
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
        Fmaj7                     C
And you realise you can't make it anyway
                                   Fmaj7          C
You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park,
Fmaj7       G         C
Don't marry her, have me


        C                                 Fmaj7 C
And the Sunday sun shines down on San Francisco Bay
        Fmaj7                     C
And you realise you can't make it anyway
                                   Fmaj7          C
You have to wash the car, take the kiddies to the park,
Fmaj7       G         C
Don't marry her, have me		
    

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