Christy Moore, Ordinary Man (1985)
^{Key: :[D#m] (w: Peter Hames)}

INTRO:
[B] [C#] [D#m] // [B] [C#] [D#m] // [B] [C#] [B] [C#]

VERSE 1:
I'm an [D#m] ordinary [C#] man, nothing [B] special nothing [D#m] grand
I've [B] had to work for [C#] everything I [D#m] own
Well I [D#m] never asked for a [C#] lot, I was [B] happy with what I'd [D#m] got
E-[B]-nough to keep my [C#] family and my [D#m] home

VERSE 2:
Now they [B] say that times are [C#] hard, and they've [F#] handed me my [D#m] cards
They [B] say there's not the work to go a-[A#]-round
And [D#m] when the whistle [C#] blows, the [B] gates will finally [D#m] close
To-[B]-night they're going to [C#] shut this factory [D#m] down

CHORUS:
Then they'll tear it [B] down [C#] [D#m] // [B] [C#] [D#m]

VERSE 3:
I [D#m] never missed a [C#] day, nor went on [B] strike for higher [D#m] pay
For [B] twenty years I [C#] served them best I [D#m] could
Now with a [D#m] handshake and a [C#] cheque, it seems so [B] easy to for-[D#m]-get
[B] Loyalty through the [C#] bad times and through [D#m] good

VERSE 4:
Now the [B] owner says he's [C#] sad, to see that [F#] things have got so [D#m] bad
But the [B] captains of industry won't let him [A#] lose
He [D#m] still drives a [C#] car, and [B] smokes his [D#m] cigar
And [B] still he takes his [C#] family on a [D#m] cruise

CHORUS:
He'll never [B] lose [C#] [D#m] // [B] [C#] [D#m]

VERSE 5:
Well it [D#m] seems to [C#] me, such a [B] cruel iron-[D#m]-y
He's [B] richer now than [C#] ever he was be-[D#m]-fore
[D#m] Now my cheque is [C#] spent, and I [B] can't afford the [D#m] rent
There's [B] one law for the [C#] rich, one for the [D#m] poor

VERSE 6:
[B] Everyday I've [C#] tried to [F#] salvage some of my [D#m] pride
To [B] find some work so's I might pay my [A#] way
Oh [D#m] but everywhere I [C#] go, the [B] answer's always [D#m] no
There's [B] no work for [C#] anyone here to-[D#m]-day

CHORUS:
No work to-[B]-day [C#] [D#m] // [B] [C#] [B] [C#]

VERSE 7:
And [D#m] so condemned I [C#] stand, just an [B] ordinary [D#m] man
Like [B] thousands be-[C#]-side me in the [D#m] queue
I [D#m] watch my darling [C#] wife, trying to [B] make the best of [D#m] life
And [B] God knows what the [C#] kids are going to [D#m] do

VERSE 8:
Now [B] that we are [C#] faced, with [F#] this human [D#m] waste
A [B] generation cast a-[A#7]-side
And as [D#m] long as I [C#] live, I [B] never will for [D#m] give
You've [B] stripped me of my [C#] dignity and [D#m] pride

OUTRO:
You've stripped me [B] bare [C#] [D#m]
You've stripped me [B] bare [C#] [D#m]
you've stripped me [B] bare [C#] [D#m]
[B] [C#] [D#m] : [Multiple Times] // [D#m open]