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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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