Substitute taby ukulele według Frank Turner

Am                               D
The first girl that I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter
     G                                     Am
She smouldered with a will to save the world
   Am                              D
I did my best to help her, yeah I stood shoulder to shoulder
        G                               Am
On the front lines with my visionary girl

   Dm  
I wish that she had cared for me
            G
But in the end her ideologies
 C            C/B             Am
Occupied the fortress of her heart
            Dm                                G
I wrote her 15 songs, but still we had to part

        F             Fm
And if music was the food of love
         C     C/B   Am       G
Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
      F               Fm            C
Well music, it's my substitute for love
     Am                               D
The last girl that I loved she was a low and lusty liar
     G                                   Am
She set my heart on fire, but made me choke
     Am                                     D
Her beauty was a sight to see, but she didn't save it all for me
         G                            Am
I found other fires by following the smoke

   Dm                                G
I wish that she had either cared for me or
let be me
         C              C/B              Am
But she chased me from mind and from my home
             Dm                        G
I wrote her 16 songs, but I ended up alone

        F              Fm
And if love is really all that we need
      C            C/B       Am          G
Then even all my singing is never gonna save me
  F             Fm             C
Music it's my substitute for love

               Am             G               C
Well I've had many different girls inside my bed
     Am          G             F
But only one or two inside my head
               Dm         Cadd9        G
These days I cuddle up to my guitar instead
     F                Fm            C             C/B            Am
But oh, what I would give, not to stumble but to really fall in love
              F                            G       
And I could substitute my singing for the sound of someone sleeping next to 
C
me