Biography:
Bobby Long (September 18, 1985) is a British singer-songwriter whose largely acoustic body of work has its roots in folk. Born Robert Thomas Long in Wigan, near Manchester, he moved at age 4 to Calne in Wiltshire, where he grew up, though he still holds deep roots in Wigan. He currently resides in New York, NY.
Long recorded the 10-song collection Dirty Pond Songs in his London bedroom, traffic noises and all. “Left to Lie” from Dirty Pond Songs
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*Capo the 2nd fret....
The same chords continue throughout...
Am C
F C G
Am C
I lost my English soul,
F C G
Pulling out the corpse,
Am C
Sheltering in the Trenches again,
F C G
crying for remorse,
Am C
I let my arms down,
walked away in a trance,
there's parts of me laid out,
all over France,
so I took my last waltz,
Got caught up in the wire,
wrote a letter for my love,
as I head from the fire,
an old soldier carrying me,
way to the coast, he bathe my wounds in the sea,
I'm in the hands of a ghost, I'm in the hands of a ghost
Their boats came on in,
I tried to run away,
I got taken hard by the throat,
in the burning light of day
set down by the iron punch,
so broken and alone,
left my blood on the beach for the tide to take me home
see my girl she gave up,
she had taken me for dead,
she forgot all her promises and everything she said,
living in the darkest dream,
I rose up in the cold
& this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
and this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
two years old
living in the past,
living by the mile I took the same walk down,
that I did as a child,
the flags flew for a man,
unaware of the fate, no one saw me walk down, on my very last parade,
so thoughts turn to dust,
so I headed for the mound,
I strayed up the path, waiting for the count,
living in the darkest dream so broken and all alone
this pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I have inside are more than two years old
these pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I wear inside is more than two years old
is more than two years(x5)
The same chords continue throughout...
Am C
F C G
Am C
I lost my English soul,
F C G
Pulling out the corpse,
Am C
Sheltering in the Trenches again,
F C G
crying for remorse,
Am C
I let my arms down,
walked away in a trance,
there's parts of me laid out,
all over France,
so I took my last waltz,
Got caught up in the wire,
wrote a letter for my love,
as I head from the fire,
an old soldier carrying me,
way to the coast, he bathe my wounds in the sea,
I'm in the hands of a ghost, I'm in the hands of a ghost
Their boats came on in,
I tried to run away,
I got taken hard by the throat,
in the burning light of day
set down by the iron punch,
so broken and alone,
left my blood on the beach for the tide to take me home
see my girl she gave up,
she had taken me for dead,
she forgot all her promises and everything she said,
living in the darkest dream,
I rose up in the cold
& this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
and this scar that I wear outside,
is two years old,
two years old
living in the past,
living by the mile I took the same walk down,
that I did as a child,
the flags flew for a man,
unaware of the fate, no one saw me walk down, on my very last parade,
so thoughts turn to dust,
so I headed for the mound,
I strayed up the path, waiting for the count,
living in the darkest dream so broken and all alone
this pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I have inside are more than two years old
these pain that I have inside is two years old
these scars that I wear inside is more than two years old
is more than two years(x5)
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