Some People, Eh
Some people blame me for the Internet
Some people blame me for the War
Some people seem to think that I'm responsible
For the way things ain't just like they were before
Some people think I should be sorry
Some people think I should be dead
Some people think that maybe I should go and get some help
With all the voices in my head
I've given up going out to work
I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Except keep on strumming on my guitar
I've given up going out to work
I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Some people think it's all my fault
That England didn't win the World Cup
Some people say that I'm a hypocrite
And I should just go and help my wife tidy up
Some people hate me coz I'm rich
And others seem to hate me because I'm poor
Some people think I'm directly responsible
For the fact things just ain't like they were before
Some people hate me coz I'm Welsh
Or for where I grew up or went to school
Some people seem to think that I'm a thief
And that I'm breaking some kind of rule
I've given up going out to work
Well I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Except keep on, on strumming on my guitar
I've given up going out to work
And I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Except keep on strumming on my guitar
Some people blame me for the War
Some people seem to think that I'm responsible
For the way things ain't just like they were before
Some people think I should be sorry
Some people think I should be dead
Some people think that maybe I should go and get some help
With all the voices in my head
I've given up going out to work
I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Except keep on strumming on my guitar
I've given up going out to work
I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Some people think it's all my fault
That England didn't win the World Cup
Some people say that I'm a hypocrite
And I should just go and help my wife tidy up
Some people hate me coz I'm rich
And others seem to hate me because I'm poor
Some people think I'm directly responsible
For the fact things just ain't like they were before
Some people hate me coz I'm Welsh
Or for where I grew up or went to school
Some people seem to think that I'm a thief
And that I'm breaking some kind of rule
I've given up going out to work
Well I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Except keep on, on strumming on my guitar
I've given up going out to work
And I've given up driving in my car
I just don't know what I can do
Except keep on strumming on my guitar
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Writer(s): Richard Thomas
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