Born to Survive
Ok, I was getting into a folky stride at this point… the lyrics are obviously fictional and generalised, though my great uncle did survive Passchendaele and my maternal grandfather was on a ship that was torpedoed – him being on the half that stayed afloat…
RAK 08 I was born to survive
I was forged out of love in the back streets C Am
I was born on the wrong side of town C G
The scraps of the gutter were my bread and butter F C Am
Yet despite it all I’m still around D7 G
I was moulded by hardship and danger C Am
I was focussed on staying alive C G
For no matter the trouble I’d rise from the rubble F C Am
I guess I was born to survive G G6 G G4 C
born to survive, born to survive, I guess I was born to survive F C G
For no matter the trouble I’d rise from the rubble F C Am
I guess I was born to survive G G6 G G4 C
I was taken abroad as a soldier
At a time of confusion and strife
And though I was willing to take the king’s shilling
I never ghave up on my life
Though I got to see plenty of action
With the bayonette, the gun and the knife
Sure the gods took a hand in - twas me was left standing
I guess I was born to survive
Then I took off to sea with the navy
When a mine fairly blew us in two
When I thought of it frankly I stood staring blankly
Not running to boats with the crew
Well the stern I was on stayed a floating
Whilst the midships and bow took a dive
Taking 500 knaves to their watery graves
I guess I was born to survive
So am I the one you should cling to
Or maybe just give me wide berth
Be it navy or army typhoon or tsunami
I know I am safe on this earth
Is it that trouble pursues me,
just like the bees to the hive
To this day I don’t know if I’m Daniel or Jonah
But I know I was born to survive
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