Intro D D D G A D D (2X) Verse D G Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning, A D I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes, D G She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me, A D I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die. D G They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow, A D Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got, D G They're gonna try and make me change my way of living, A D But they'll never make me something that I'm not.G A D D (2X) VERSE E A They're putting us in identical little boxes, B E No character just uniformity, E A They're trying to build a computerised community, B E But they'll never make a zombie out of me. E A They'll try and make me study elocution, B E Because they say my accent isn't right, E A They can clear the slums as part of their solution, B E But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride. E A Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, B E But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, E Though my hills they're not green, A B I've seen them in my dreams, B Take me back to those Black Hills, E That I have never seen. A B E(3x)D G Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, A D but my heart lies in old West Virginia, D G A Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee, A D Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen.A B E(3x) A B E EE A Well I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, B E But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, E Though my hills are not green, A B I've seen them in my dreams, B Take me back to those Black Hills, E That I have never seen.