When the day is done, and the ball has spun
C Fmaj7
In the umpire's pocket away,
C Dm
And all remains, in the groundsman's pains,
C Fmaj7
For the rest of time and a day.
C G
There'll be one mad dog and his master, pushing for 4 
with the spin.
C Em C Dm
On a dusty pitch, with two pounds six, of willowwood in 
the sun.
C Fmaj7 C G

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know 
whether he's gone,
C Fmaj7 C Dm
If maybe you're catching a fleeting glimpse, of a 
twelfth man at silly mid-on.
C Fmaj7 C G
And it could be Geoff, and it could be John,
C Fmaj7
With a new ball sting in his tail.
C Dm
And it could be me, and it could be thee,
C Fmaj7
And it could be the sting in the ale.........sting in 
the ale.
C G Fmaj7

Solo on verse

Verse 2 (chords as above - sorry don't have the words 
to hand)

Chorus (as above)