White’s Academy
Released in 2002 by Beneath Music
Transpose
INTRO
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VERSE 1
My
Ebadd9
father was a
Gm7
tailor
His
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workshop by the
Gm7/D
dock
He’d
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turn out farmers’
Gm7/D
Sunday
suits
And
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vanities he’d
Abmaj7
mock
He
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saved up for his
Gm7
firstborn’s
Ebadd9
Start most scholar
Gm7/D
ly
And
Gm7/F
off they packed my
Ebadd9
heedless
head
To
Gm
White’s
Acade
Gm7
my
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Surgeons’ sons and
Gm7
scriveners’
sons
With their
Eb
turn of phrase most
Eb/G
glib
Eb
Told me I could
Eb/G
go to hell
And,
C#6
well, it
Ab6
seems I
Fm9
did
F13
VERSE 2
The
Ebadd9
father proud and
Gm7
saintly
The
Ebadd9
son a work-shy
Gm7/D
drunk
A
Ebadd9
serving-girl from
Gm7/D
Charleville
Gave
Ebadd9/A#
me her final
Abmaj7
months
Her
Ebadd9
body with its
Gm7
hungry
sighs
Her
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trusting, hopeful
Gm7/D
soul
Un
Gm7/F
til the breath gave
Ebadd9
up on her
All
Gm
that I wished I
Gm7
stole
Her
Ebadd9
family came to
Gm7
bury
her
I
Eb
looked on wordless
Eb/G
ly
Those
Eb
high-boned faces,
Eb/G
set from rain
And
C#6
not a
Ab6
glance at
Fm9
me
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INTERLUDE
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Gm
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Gm
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Gm
Eb
Abmaj7
VERSE 3
The
Ebadd9
night is bright and
Gm7
cloudless
The
Ebadd9
stars are bearing
Gm7/D
down
And
Ebadd9
no one will spare a
Gm7/D
bite to eat
In this
Ebadd9/A#
mean and vanquished
Abmaj7
town
Ebadd9
Shelter’s for the
Gm7
virtuous
Not
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for the likes of
Gm7/D
me
Four
Gm7/F
hours from dawn I
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climb up onto
Gm
White’s
Acade
Gm7
my
I
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see the rotten
Gm7
alleys
The
Ebadd9
marsh they partly
Gm7/D
fill
The
Gm7/F
wide and snaking
Ebadd9
river
And those
Gm
mansions on the
Gm7
hill
You must
Ebadd9
strike all who come
Gm7
near
you
For your
Eb
nature so re
Eb/G
quires
Now
Eb
rot you easy, good
Eb/G
night and good day
There’ll
C#6
have to
Ab6
be a
Fm9
fire
OUTRO
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C#maj7
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