SONGS FOR CHANGE: What The Hell Can I Really Do

 
 
What The Hell Can I Really Do by Bruce Campbell (2013)    capo 1  INTRO:  Am var  T123
 
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From the age of fifteen to twenty-three, Looked for a job in the big city
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Had a couple for a while but they always end, Still good to have that extra money to spend
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Moved back home every once in a while, Dad’s going crazy but mum still smiles
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Throw our dole cheques on the table together, Plan a day of partying, yeah that’ll feel better
 
CHORUS 1:
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Back in the old days so they say, there was work for everyone every day
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But the city is a mean, mangy, hungry beast,  it’ll laugh as you starve watching it feast
 
 
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Every now and then daddy gets real mad, Says he’s not treated like a man
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Steals a car or a bottle of rum, Goes to jail for a while or goes on the run
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I ain’t been to jail yet but probably will, the way the cards fall along our street
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If I’m lucky I’ll share a cell, with my dear old man, we can both go to hell
 
CHORUS 2:
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Back in the old days so they say, There was work for everyone every day
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Growing food or cutting trees, Build a home for your family
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But the city is a thieving, selfish, hungry beast,  It’ll laugh as you starve watching it feast
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The chosen ones ride high on its back, The rest of us just fight for the scraps
 
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE
 
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I’d like to see Jessica again if I could, and my daughter too, yeah that’d be real good
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I shouldn’t have hurt her but I felt so wild, the way she treated that little child
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Heard they’re living way across town in a squat with some drunks sounds like she’s really down
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I worry ‘bout them now and then, that’s the truth, but what the hell can I really do
 
REPEAT CHORUS 1 & 2   then INSTRUMENTAL HALF VERSE
 
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I worry ‘bout me now and then, that’s the truth, but what the hell can I really do   x 2   +Am var
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What the hell can I really do               Am var x 4