Salt chords by Clive Gregson
Verse 1
D
Em
G
D
G
A
Em
A man comes
home from work one night
D
and expects to find his supper on the table
Em
But his semi -detached suburban house
Asus4
D
is tunnel black and silent as the parade
F#m
D
As he walks through the front door,
the phone rings
Em
It's his wife calling from the airport
A
She says, your dinner's in the oven
D
A
That's the last time
Asus4
A
I will ever be your slave
Asus4
A
Well, the world keeps
F#m
A
G
Em
turning
G
D
G
Em
D
Em
G
D
Making light of the gloom
On the day we're born
E
we're scoffed politely
Gm
Then we rub salt
D
Em
D
into the wound
G
A
Em
A wo man sorting laundry
Finds a letter in her husband's
D
trouser pocket
Em
Reading between the lines she starts
Asus4
D
To fight a losing battle with her tears
F#m
D
As sorrow turns to fury
F#m
D
She picks up the phone
Em
and calls him at the office
A
And to her complete amazement
D
A
He admits he's kept a mistress there
D
A
Asus4
A
Asus4
for years
A
F#m
A
Em
G
Still the world keeps turning
D
G
D
Making lights out the door
On the day we're born
E
we'll scoff the light
Gm
Then we rub salt into the
D
Em
D
G
A
wound
F
When ordinary people
lead ordinary lives
D
It's called respectable
Eb
When ordinary husbands
leave ordinary wives
A
D
A
It's called divorce
Asus4
A
The world keeps
F#m
G
Em
G
turning
D
G
D
Making lights of the blue
On the day we're born
E
we'll scoff the light
Gm
D
Then we rub salt into the wound
G
A
On the day we're born,
D
E
we're scoffed for life
Gm
Then we rub salt into the
D
Em
D
G
A
A
wound
you
Salt
Clive Gregson
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