Primrose Hill chords by Loudon Wainwright III

SimplifiedD · G · A · Em · F#m

GuitarPianoUkulele

Intro 1

Verse 1
D 
Living on the side
Of Primrose Hill
G 
Drinking cans of Tennants
Just can't seem to get my fill
A 
Got a beat up guitar
And a dirty old sleeping bag
G 
And this mangy dog
Whose tail don't wag
D 
Sun's been shining down
On my hillside bed
G 
That's not the only reason
My face is so red
A 
This nasty cut on my nose
Is not from no fight
G 
I just fell down yesterday
Or maybe it was last night
D 
And I used to sing and play
Down in the underground
G 
But a few years back
They started cracking down
A 
Now I'm living on the side
Of Primrose Hill
G 
I'm no tourist attraction

New- Play with audio & scroll

Upgrade to play 20,000+ songs ads free, and enjoy playing with music.

Get now

Interlude 1

But I give them a thrill

Verse 2
D 
Yeah I see you
Riding by on your flash bicycle
Yeah they can do you
G 
for that on Primrose Hill
A 
A pretty young mother goes by
She's pushing her pram
G 
Her little baby leans out
Just to see what I am
D 
From the top of the hill
There's a hell of a view
G 
Houses of Parliament and London Zoo
A 
Those politicians all chatter
They trumpet and roar
G 
That must be what those
hyenas all
Are laughing for
D 
When you come up to London
It sure is something to see
G 
It's somewhere to go
But it's no place to be
A 
And there's two things
Keeping me from going 'round the bend
G 
I got my music
And this dog for a friend
D 

Interlude 2

'Cause life gets slippery

Verse 3
When you're living on the side
G 
Yeah I know I should quit
drinking
But I haven't even tried
A 
My mutt's licking my fingers
And I'm wetting my lips
G 
I got a can of extra strong
And a bag of chicken and chips
D 
If I had a little money
G 
I'd get a few things
Like a bottle of vodka
Em 
G 
And a pack of new guitar strings
A 
I  guess I could die here
On the side of this hill
G 
I'm no tourist attraction
But I'd give them a chill
D 
And I'm living on the side
Of Primrose Hill
G 
Drinking cans of Tennants
Just can't seem to get my fill
A 
Got a beat up guitar
F#m 
A 
And dirty old sleeping bag
G 
This mangy dog
D 
Whose tail won't wag