Jamie T Sheila (ver 4) chords

Sheila (ver 4) by Jamie T

G                             Em
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
                          D
Gets poured all over her fella
                                   C
'Cause she says "man, he ain't no better"
                              G
Than the next man kicking up fuss
                              Em
Drunk she stumbles down by a river
                  D
Screams, calling "London"
                      C
None of us heard her coming
                                  G
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

G Em D C

     G
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
Em
Any time she sings a song the other girls sing along
     D
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
    C
A fickle way to tickle on a young man's tipple
        G
She was up for doing what she liked

Any day, more like the night
      Em
She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole, bought, borrowed
     D
She didn't like thugs but at the same time understood
C
Fellas will be fellas 'til the end of time

G                             Em
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
                          D
Gets poured all over her fella
                                   C
'Cause she says "man, he ain't no better"
                              G
Than the next man kicking up fuss
                              Em
Drunk she stumbles down by a river
                  D
Screams, calling "London"
                      C
None of us heard her coming
                                  G
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

G Em D C

G                                   Em
Jack had a gang that he called the "Many Grams"
                                D
He was known as Smack Jack the Crackerman
                           C
In life he was dealt some shit hands
                               G
But the boy's coming back now
                                       Em
J' when I say, well there's Mickey and Dan
                                      D
That pin their minds up on the other one's
                          C
Man Lisa had a baby with Sam

Now Jack's on his own man

G
Well done Jack, glug down that cider
        Em
You're right, she's a slut, and you never fucking liked her
D
Not liked what? He stopped, so shocked,
            C
Because it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
G
Tough little big man, friends with your daughters
Em
Only 'cause they drive him to pick up on his quarters
D
Ballers, lager night-brawlers,
               C
Caught on the floor, think they're free

But they ain't near the border
G
Two young guns with your hellfire call (?!)
Em
Always did a favour, but never took an order
D
Behave young scallywag, a fine young Gallahad
C
Glad-ragged up, but only ever getting fag hags
G
Hung on his shoulder, cheap-priced shot tags
    Em
The slag better understand he came for the glamour
     D
But this sounds original, superficial the issue,
     C
For one day Jack had thirty-five dopplegangers

G                             Em
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
                          D
Gets poured all over her fella
                                   C
'Cause she says "man, he ain't no better"
                              G
Than the next man kicking up fuss
                              Em
Drunk she stumbles down by a river
                  D
Screams, calling "London"
                      C
None of us heard her coming
                                  G
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

G Em D C

    G
So this is a short story about a girl, Georgina
Em
Never seen a worst, clean young mess
        D
Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya
    C
We love her, God Bless, we lay her body to rest
    G
It all dear started with Daddy's alcoholic
Em
Lightweight, drinking it down, numbing his brain
         D
And the doctor couldn't get the heart there started
C
Beat up, drugged up, she's feeling the strain
          G
She says "in a rut, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
Em
Suck it up, star-struck, keep running through
D
True, but as you try it ain't easy to do
            C
She's been buckle-belt beaten from the back like a brat
G
Don't know where she's going but she know where she at 
      Em
So Georgie, it's time to chain react,
            D
'Cause the truth is you know, she'll probably fall back,
C
Tears stream down her face, she screams away
G
When I fall, no one catch me,
 Em
Alone, lonely I'll overdose slowly
      D
Get scared, I'll scream and shout,
         C
But you know it won't matter, she'll be passing out

G                        
Giggidy biggidy up, it's just another da-ay,
  Em
Another sad story, that's tragedy
     D
Paramedic announced death at ten-thirty
C
Rip it up kick it, to split up the news

G                             Em
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
                          D
Gets poured all over her fella
                                   C
'Cause she says "man, he ain't no better"
                              G
Than the next man kicking up fuss
                              Em
Drunk she stumbles down by a river
                  D
Screams, calling "London"
                      C
None of us heard her coming
                                  G
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out