{title: Days of Pearly Spencer}
{artist: David McWilliams}
{sortartist: McWilliams, David}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 106}
{key: Am}
{duration: 2:30}
{meta: author Opa Lawaai, 2026-09-09}
{meta: author FWieP, 2026-09-10}
{meta: url https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VDS8uArR0A}
{start_of_part: Intro}
[Am]
[Am]
[Am] [Am]
{end_of_part}
{start_of_abc: Verse}
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/16
K:Am
Q:1/4=106
%%%scale 1.5
E2 | "Am"AAA2 z2E2 c2cB- (BA3) | "Em"G2G2 G2G2 BB2A- AG3 |
{end_of_abc}
{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
A [Am]tenement, a dirty street
[Em]Walked and worn by shoeless feet
In [Am]silence long and so complete
Watched [C]by a shivering [G]sun
[Am] Old eyes in a small child's face
[Em] Watching, and the shadows race
Through [Am]walls, and cracks and leave no trace
And [C]daylight's brightness [G]shun
{end_of_verse}
{start_of_abc: Chorus}
X:1
M:4/4
L:1/16
K:Am
Q:1/4=106
%%%scale 1.5
"Dm"z16 | "Em"z4 z2Ec- c2B2 A2G2 | "Am"A2E2-E4 z8 | z16 |
{end_of_abc}
{start_of_chorus: Chorus 1}
[Dm] [Em] The days of Pearly [Am]Spencer [Am]
Ah ah [Dm]ah, [Em] the race is almost [Am]run [Am]
{end_of_chorus}
{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
[Am]Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
[Em] Gazing as the swollen mass
On [Am]concrete fields where grows no grass
[C]Stumbles blindly [G]on
[Am] Iron trees smother the air
But [Em]withering they stand and stare
Through [Am]eyes that neither know nor care
[C]Where the grass has [G]gone
{end_of_verse}
{chorus: Chorus 2}
{start_of_verse: Verse 3}
[Am]Pearly, where's your milk-white skin?
[Em] What's that stubble on your chin?
[Am] Buried in the rot-gut gin
You [C]played and lost, not [G]won
You [Am]played a house that can't be beat
Now [Em]look, your head's bowed in defeat
You [Am]walked too far along the street
Where [C]only rats can [G]run
{end_of_verse}
{chorus: Chorus 3}
{chorus: Chorus 4; fade out}