Poor Scouser Tommy

Tuning: Standard ) Let me tell you the story of a poor boy Who was sent far away from his home To fight for his king and his country and also the old folks back home. So they put him in a highland division Sent him off to a far, foreign land Where the flies swarm around in their thousands and there was nothing to see but the sand. Well, the battle it started next morning Under a Libyan Sun. I remember that poor scouser Tommy he was shot by an old nazi gun. As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying with the blood gushing out of his head, of his head As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying These were the last words he said:- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh I am a Liverpudlian and I come from the Spion Kop. I love to sing, I love to shout and I go there quite a lot, every week!. We support the team that's dressed in red It's a team that you all know It's a team that we call Liverpool and to glory we will go. We've won the league We've won the cup We've conquered Europe too And we played the toffees for a laugh and we left them feeling blue, 5-0! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (For the next part I like to hit the guitar with my knuckles to get a hollow knock to follow the counting; but NO chords) 1, 2 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3, 4 5-0! * Rush scored one * Rush scored two * Rush scored three * And Rush scores four * La la la la la la la la la ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All we need is Rush La la la la la All we need is Rush Rush is all we need, Rush is all we need -chord)