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

INTRO:
[F#] [G#] [A#m] // [F#] [G#] [A#m] // [F#] [G#] [F#] [G#]

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

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

CHORUS:
Then they'll tear it [F#] down [G#] [A#m] // [F#] [G#] [A#m]

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

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

CHORUS:
He'll never [F#] lose [G#] [A#m] // [F#] [G#] [A#m]

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

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

CHORUS:
No work to-[F#]-day [G#] [A#m] // [F#] [G#] [F#] [G#]

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

VERSE 8:
Now [F#] that we are [G#] faced, with [C#] this human [A#m] waste
A [F#] generation cast a-[F7]-side
And as [A#m] long as I [G#] live, I [F#] never will for [A#m] give
You've [F#] stripped me of my [G#] dignity and [A#m] pride

OUTRO:
You've stripped me [F#] bare [G#] [A#m]
You've stripped me [F#] bare [G#] [A#m]
you've stripped me [F#] bare [G#] [A#m]
[F#] [G#] [A#m] : [Multiple Times] // [A#m open]