The Jam                                       Polydor

                  Down in the Tubestation at Midnight           1978

 

         Intro: Count 8    -    Am   D7    x2 times

 

         Am          D7                       Am         D7              Gmaj7

         The distant echo                     Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains

         Am                 D7                Am                 D7                     Gmaj7

         To take them home to                 The ones that they love and who love them forever

         Am                D7                 Am        D7                 Gmaj7

         The glazed, dirty steps              Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts

         Am       D7          Am        D7

         Cold and uninviting, partially naked

                    G                        Bm                    C            D

         Except for toffee wrappers and this morning’s papers      Mr Jones got run down

         G                              Bm                         C                D

         Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow      Madmen on the rampage

                 G                           Bm            C         D

         And I’m down in the tube station at midnight      Oooooooooooh

 

         Break: Am   D7    x2 times

 

         Am                 D7                Am               D7     Gmaj7

         I fumble for change                  And pull out the queen, smiling, beguiling

         Am           D7                      Am             D7     Gmaj7

         I put in the money         And pull out a plum behind me

         Am              D7         Am            D7      Gmaj7

         Whispers in the shadows              Gruff blazing voices, hating, waiting

         Am             D7      Am               D7

         “Hey boy” they shout, “have you got any money”

                     G                         Bm                         C                    D

         And I said, I’ve a little money and a take away curry.          Im on my way home to my wife

                   G                          Bm

         She’ll be lining up the cutlery, you know she’s expecting me

         C                         D

         Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork

                 G                           Bm              C         D

         And I’m down in the tube station at midnight.       Oooooooooooh

 

         Break: Am   D7    x2 times

 

         Am             D7                    Am         D7                    Gmaj7   

         I first felt a fist                  And then a kick, I couldn’t help smell their breath,

         Am            D7                     Am           D7                  Gmaj7

         They smelt of pubs                   And Wormwood scrubs and too many right wing meetings

         Am           D7                      Am                 D7                     Gmaj7

         My life swam around me               It took a look and drowned me in it’s own existence

         Am                 D7              Am                     D7

         The smell of brown leather,          it blended in with the weather,

                      G                              Bm

         It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth, it blocked my senses

                  C                    D

         Couldn’t see, hear, speak any longer

                 G                           Bm            C         D

         And I’m down in the tube station at midnight.   Oooooooooooh

                      G                           Bm           C         D         D   D   D   D

         I said I was down in the tube station at midnight    Oyyy

 

             G                     Bm                             C                          D

         The last thing I saw as I lay there on the floor  Was “Jesus saves” painted by an atheist nutter

               G                         Bm                 C                D

         And a British rail poster read ‘have an awayday’   a cheap holiday, “do it today“

                   G                   Bm

         I glanced back on my life and thought about my wife

               C                      D      

         Cause they took the keys and she’ll think its me

                 G                           Bm             C                          D   

         And I’m down in the tube station at midnight. The wine will be flat and the curry’s gone cold

 

             G                           Bm            C          D

         I’m down in the tube station at midnight      Oooooooooooh

                     G                            Bm           C          D       x3 times

         Don’t wanna go down in a tube station at midnight     Oooooooooooh

 

define: D7: xx0212    Gmaj7: 320002

vocal:  3 - 13