No Use For Him Lyrics And Chords Eric Bogle

Recorded by Iain MacKintosh, a Scottish folk singer who recorded several albums in the late seventies/early eighties and guitar chords by Marc Fahrbach
Lyrics and chords as used by Iain MacKintosh (Capo on 3rd fret)

My [G]father was a [Em]big strong man, he [D]worked hard all his [G]life 
He was always in the [Em]whisky glass and [D]never out of [D7]strife 
A [C]proud and stiff-necked [Am]man he was, he’d [G]never bowed nor [Em]bent
He [C]called no man his master, and [G]very few his [D]friend 
But they [C]broke him [G]in the [D]end, when [D7]they'd no [G]use for him
 
Chorus
They [G]took away his [Em]job when they'd no [D]use for him any [G]more 
After nearly [Em]thirty years they [D]kicked him out the [D7]door 
But they [C]let him keep his [Am]railway jacket, [G]overcoat, and [Em]cap 
And a [C]pension of nine bob a week, he was [G]lucky to get [D]that 
But they [C]nearly [G]broke his [D]heart, when [D7]they'd no [G]use for him
 
I [G]spent much of my [Em]childhood time up [D]in the signal [G]box 
High in my father's [Em]castle, twenty [D]feet above the [D7]tracks 
[C]crash would go the [Am]signals as he [G]flipped them with his [Em]hand
And the [C]mighty cars of steam and steel would [G]stop at his com[D]mand 
[C]Oh, but [G]it was [D]grand, when [D7]they had a [G]use for him
 
Chorus
 
When you're [G]fifty-five years [Em]old and you're [D]looking for some [G]work 
Nobody wants to [Em]know your face, no-[D]one gives you a [D7]start 
So I [C]watched him growing [Am]older and more [G]bitter every [Em]day 
As [C] his pride and self-respect, were [G]slowly drain a[D]way 
There was [C]nothing [G]I could [D]say - they [D7]had no [G]use for him

No Use For Him Chords In C Major

My [C]father was a [Am]big strong man, he [G]worked hard all his [C]life 
He was always in the [Am]whisky glass and [G]never out of [G7]strife 
A [F]proud and stiff-necked [Dm]man he was, he’d [C]never bowed nor [Am]bent
He [F]called no man his master, and [C]very few his [G]friend 
But they [F]broke him [C]in the [G]end, when [G7]they'd no [C]use for him
 
Chorus
They [C]took away his [Am]job when they'd no [G]use for him any [C]more 
After nearly [Am]thirty years they [G]kicked him out the [G7]door 
But they [F]let him keep his [Dm]railway jacket, [C]overcoat, and [Am]cap 
And a [F]pension of nine bob a week, he was [C]lucky to get [G]that 
But they [F]nearly [C]broke his [G]heart, when [G7]they'd no [C]use for him

No Use For Him Song Words Without The Chords

My father was a big strong man, he worked hard all his life 
He was always in the whisky glass and never out of strife 
A proud and stiff-necked man he was, he’d never bowed nor bent
He called no man his master, and very few his friend 
But they broke him in the end, when they'd no use for him
 
Chorus
They took away his job when they'd no use for him any more 
After nearly thirty years they kicked him out the door 
But they let him keep his railway jacket, overcoat, and cap 
And a pension of nine bob a week, he was lucky to get that 
But they nearly broke his heart, when they'd no use for him
 
I spent much of my childhood time up in the signal box 
High in my father's castle, twenty feet above the tracks 
crash would go the signals as he flipped them with his hand
And the mighty cars of steam and steel would stop at his command 
Oh, but it was grand, when they had a use for him
 
Chorus
 
When you're fifty-five years old and you're looking for some work 
Nobody wants to know your face, no-one gives you a start 
So I watched him growing older and more bitter every day 
As his pride and self-respect, were slowly drain away 
There was nothing I could say - they had no use for