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On the Past Present And Future album the song is played in the key of F#. But Al probably played it on a
guitar detuned down by one semi-tone and with chord shapes in the key of G which is how I have tabbed it.
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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I was a post-war baby in a small Scots town
I was three years old when we moved down South
Hard times written in my mother's looks
With her widow's pension and her ration books
Aneurin Bevin took the miner's cause
To the House of Commons in his coal dust voice
We were locked up safe and warm from the snow
With Life With The Lions on the radio
And Churchill said to Louis Mountbatten
"I just can't stand to see you today
How could you've gone and given India away?"
Mountbatten just frowned said "What can I say?
Some of these things slip through your hands
And there's no good talking or making plans"
But Churchill he just flapped his wings
Said "I don't really care to discuss these things
[Chorus]
But oh every time I look at you
I feel so low I don't know what to do
Well every day just seems to bring bad new-oo-oos
Leaves me here with the Post World War II blues".
[Verse 2]
1959 was a very strange time
A bad year for Labour and a good year for wine
Uncle Ike was our American pal
And nobody talked about the Suez Canal
I can still remember the last time I cried
The day that Buddy Holly died
I never met him so it may seem strange
Don't some people just affect you that way
And all in all it was good
There even seemed to be in an optimistic mood
While TW3 sat and laughed at it all
Till some began to see the cracks in the walls
And one day Macmillan was coming downstairs
A voice in the dark caught him unawares
It was Christine Keeler blowing him a kiss
He said "I never believed it could happen like this
[Chorus]
But oh every time I look at you
I feel so low I don't know what to do
Well every day just seems to bring bad news
Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues"
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
I came up to London when I was nineteen
With a corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams
In coffee bars I spent my nights
Reading Allen Ginsberg talking civil rights
The day Robert Kennedy got shot down
The world was wearing a deeper frown
And though I knew that we'd lost a friend
I always believed we would win in the end
'Cause music was the scenery
Jimi Hendrix played loud and free
Sergeant Pepper was real to me
Songs and poems were all you needed
Which way did the sixties go?
Now Ramona's in Desolation Row
And where I'm going I hardly know
It surely wasn't like this before but
[Chorus]
Oh every time I look around
I feel so low my head seems underground
Well every day just seems to bring bad news
Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues
[Chorus]
Oh every time I look at you
I feel so low I don't know what to do
Well every day just seems to bring bad news
Leaves me here with the Post World War Two Blues