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

INTRO:
[C#] [D#] [Fm] // [C#] [D#] [Fm] // [C#] [D#] [C#] [D#]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

VERSE 8:
Now [C#] that we are [D#] faced, with [G#] this human [Fm] waste
A [C#] generation cast a-[C7]-side
And as [Fm] long as I [D#] live, I [C#] never will for [Fm] give
You've [C#] stripped me of my [D#] dignity and [Fm] pride

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