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TRACY JACKS

Gm7     A	  Gm7	A
(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service
Gm7     A	  Gm7	A
(Tracy Jacks) its steady employment
B          A	  B  	A
(Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic
B          A	  B       	A
(Tracy Jacks) But his put is erratic
Gm7     A	  Gm7		A
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street Doctor
Gm7     A	  Gm7		   A
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
B          A	  B  	         A
(Tracy Jacks) he's getting past forty
B          A	  B  	
(Tracy Jacks) and all the seams are splitting

G		B
Everyday he got closer
B		                E
He knew in his heart he was over
	       F#m	         B	
Saying I'd love to stay here and be normal
B7
But its just so overrated

Gm7     A	  Gm7		A
(Tracy Jacks) left home without warning
Gm7     A	  Gm7         A
(Tracy Jacks) at five in the morning
B          A	  B  	                   A
(Tracy Jacks) got on the first train to Walton
B          A	  B       	  A
(Tracy Jacks) stood on the sea front laughing
Gm7     A	  Gm7             A
(Tracy Jacks) ran up and down naked
Gm7     A	  Gm7                A
(Tracy Jacks) got stopped by the police
B          A	  B  	         A
(Tracy Jacks) driven back to London

G#m			    A	      B 		
And then it happened on a Tuesday morning
G#m		        A             	       B 		
Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in 
	   B7
Saying its just so overrated