We’re living on Shabby Road (Late 60’s Rock Ballad Britpop)

rock ballad, 60s pop-rock, beat-oriented rock

[Intro]
[steel-string acoustic guitar rhythmic strumming]

[Verse 1]
[male baritone vocals enter]
Ain't nobody crossing this street. 
If they do it’s in a hasty retreat.  
We barely have enough to eat. 
I wouldn’t exactly say life here is sweet. 
[guitar continues rhythmic pattern]

Pre chorus 
Ain’t no famous people in the crosswalk. 
The rich and prosperous would surely balk 
at coming here.

[Chorus]
We're living on Shabby Road. 
Dirty Chimneys spew out black smoke. 
Life here is less than a joke. 
It’s pure survival for every bloke. 
[guitar strumming intensifies]
Living on Shabby  Road. 
[final guitar chord rings out]

Verse 
The coppers always look the other way.  
If you ask for their help they have nothing to say. 
There is no way you would want to 
stay here for long.

Pre chorus 
I walk these dirty streets in search of work. 
But there ain’t nothing for this scouser jerk. 
What an odd quirk of fate to make a place 
so many love to hate.

Chorus]
We're living on Shabby Road. 
Dirty chimneys spew out black smoke. 
Life here is less than a joke 
It’s pure survival for every bloke. 
[guitar strumming intensifies]
Living on Shabby Road
[final guitar chord rings out]

Verse
From the Dingle to Speak 
I can hear my joints creak in my feeble attempt to get through another week. 
I try to be happy but things look so bleak.

Pre chorus 
I feel under constant attack. 
But I would give you the shirt off my back
If you nicely asked for something you lack.

Chorus]
We're living on Shabby Road
Dirty chimneys spew out black smoke. 
Life here is less than a joke 
It’s pure survival for every bloke. 
[guitar strumming intensifies] as
Living on ShabbyRoad
[final guitar chord rings out]

Bridge
Nothing good ever happens and life is so stale
Unless you’re in the pub drinking some Ale.
I feel every time I try I fail to get ahead in this 
life so reluctantly led.

Verse 
Throwing darts and shooting pool. 
Around here there ain’t no golden rule. 
If you believe otherwise you are a fool. 
We don’t waste our time going to school.

Pre-Chorus
I would love you to visit me in this place 
of insanity. 
But I know you wouldn’t feel free on these streets. Where pain and poverty meet.

Chorus]
We're living on Shabby Road
Dirty chimneys spew out black smoke. 
Life here is less than a joke 
It’s pure survival for every bloke. 
[guitar strumming intensifies]
Living on Shabby Road
[final guitar chord rings out]

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[Intro] [steel-string acoustic guitar rhythmic strumming] [Verse 1] [male baritone vocals enter] Ain't nobody crossing this street. If they do it’s in a hasty retreat. We barely have enough to eat. I wouldn’t exactly say life here is sweet. [guitar continues rhythmic pattern] Pre chorus Ain’t no famous people in the crosswalk. The rich and prosperous would surely balk at coming here. [Chorus] We're living on Shabby Road. Dirty Chimneys spew out black smoke. Life here is less than a joke. It’s pure survival for every bloke. [guitar strumming intensifies] Living on Shabby Road. [final guitar chord rings out] Verse The coppers always look the other way. If you ask for their help they have nothing to say. There is no way you would want to stay here for long. Pre chorus I walk these dirty streets in search of work. But there ain’t nothing for this scouser jerk. What an odd quirk of fate to make a place so many love to hate. Chorus] We're living on Shabby Road. Dirty chimneys spew out black smoke. Life here is less than a joke It’s pure survival for every bloke. [guitar strumming intensifies] Living on Shabby Road [final guitar chord rings out] Verse From the Dingle to Speak I can hear my joints creak in my feeble attempt to get through another week. I try to be happy but things look so bleak. Pre chorus I feel under constant attack. But I would give you the shirt off my back If you nicely asked for something you lack. Chorus] We're living on Shabby Road Dirty chimneys spew out black smoke. Life here is less than a joke It’s pure survival for every bloke. [guitar strumming intensifies] as Living on ShabbyRoad [final guitar chord rings out] Bridge Nothing good ever happens and life is so stale Unless you’re in the pub drinking some Ale. I feel every time I try I fail to get ahead in this life so reluctantly led. Verse Throwing darts and shooting pool. Around here there ain’t no golden rule. If you believe otherwise you are a fool. We don’t waste our time going to school. Pre-Chorus I would love you to visit me in this place of insanity. But I know you wouldn’t feel free on these streets. Where pain and poverty meet. Chorus] We're living on Shabby Road Dirty chimneys spew out black smoke. Life here is less than a joke It’s pure survival for every bloke. [guitar strumming intensifies] Living on Shabby Road [final guitar chord rings out]

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