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Frankly Mr Shankly by The Smiths - Guitar Chords

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            [Intro]

C

[Verse 1]

F                            Am         G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 
   Am      G               C
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
          F                   Am       G
I want to leave, you will not miss me 
          Am         G          F        C
I want to go down in musical history 


[Verse 2]

F                           Am       G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck 
             Am    G       C
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck 
             F             Am       G
I must move fast, you understand me 
             Am      G         F                            C
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly 


[Instrumental]

F  C  G  Am    F  C  G  Am    F  C  G  Am    Eb  G  C
F  C  G  Am    F  C  G  Am    F  C  G  Am    Eb  G  F
C


[Verse 3]

F                 Am     G
Fame, fame, fatal fame 
            Am      G             C
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
               F 
But still I'd rather be famous 
     Am           G
Than righteous or holy 
Am           G        F        C
Any day, any day, any day 


[Verse 4]

    F                          Am       G
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled 
       Am            G                  C
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
          F                  Am      G
I want to live and I want to love 
          Am                   G           F          C
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of 


[Verse 5]

F                            Am          G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 
   Am      G             C
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul 
              F                     Am     G
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry 
         Am                G                 F                     C
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly 


[Verse 6]

F                            Am     G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you asked 
          Am        G           C
You are a flatulent pain in the arse 
         F             Am    G
I didn't mean to be so rude 
         Am         G            F
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly 
                 C
Oh, give us your money! 
        

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