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Verse 1: (play intro x2)
(B)                         (e)
You say it's beacause we're boisterous
(B)                               (e)
You hate hate us 'cause we got our dignity
          B
There's a difference between the two of us
       e
It's a sense of morality and what corrupts
   B
We stand together so proud and strong
     e
This is the place where we belong
       G                         A
We got loyal friends we keep our heads held high
      B
We'll stick together, you and I
      G                  A
Don't need no guns or no drugs on our streets
       E
Just a place to go and boots on our feet

Intro x1

Verse 2: (play intro x2, and other guitar mutes chords)
B*                              E*
Young skinhead, they call you a hooligan
B*                              E*
Just because you don't make any sense to them
         B
You're a hard-workin' man whose paid his dues
         E
But they still call you rascist on the evening news
        B
And the blood the runs right down your wrist
        E
Doesn't come from a knife but the cuts on your fist
     G                    A
Your torn up knuckles and faded blue jeans
        B
Are the colors you wear and the life you've seen
    G                    A
You tell the truth, look people in the eye
      B
Don't live your life in no baggy disguise

Chorus:
D       e        G                A
NEVER ALONE! THE CITY STREETS ARE WHERE WE ROAM!
D       e    G               A
NEVER ALONE! THIS IS BOSTON IT'S OUR HOME!
D       e        G                A
NEVER ALONE! THE CITY STREETS ARE WHERE WE ROAM!
D       e    G               A       E
NEVER ALONE! THIS IS BOSTON IT'S OUR HOME!

Bass only

Little riff
D--7b9v--|

Verse 3:
B~                             e~
Don't need no gang to watch my ***
B~                           e~
Just loyal friendships and a pint of Bass
       B
In the midst of this chaos and insanity
        e
I'm the member of working class society
      B
We'll sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets
        e
But our will and spirit cannot be beat
        G                             A
You can shoot and you can kick, but together we'll stick
        B
Through thick and thin not stick nor stone
    G                   A
Can break the bond that has here grown
B
Arm and arm we fight as one

Chorus x2