AmDmAmEAmAm
E|---------0---------------1---------------0-------0-------0-------0--
B|---------1---------------3---------------1-------0-------1-------1--
G|---------2---------------2---------------2-------1-------2-------2--
D|---------2---------------0-3-7---0-3-7---2-------2-------2-------2--
A|-0-0-0---0-3-7---0-3-7---------0-------0-0-3-7---2-------0-3-7---0--
E|-------0-------0-------0-----------------------0-0-4-7-4-------0----
(The above is played for the first verse and the first half of the
second verse)
Verse 1:
AmDm
'Twas quite the inky black night
Am
All the weather vanes were turning
EAm
And the constable was burning out his light
AmDm
When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound
Am
The men were up and churning
EAm
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
Walkup
AmGAm
E|-----------0--|
B|--1--1--3--1--|
G|--2--2--0--2--|
D|--2--2--5-----|
A|--0--0--------|
E|--------------|
Prechorus:
DmE
And oh the flames were as gold
Chorus:
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AmF
I scowl at the angry moon
CG
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
Am
What have I become
FE
A drunken maroon run aground
AmAmAmEAm
In this rotten town
Verse 2:
AmDm
It's been a fortnight or two
Am
The mutineers are plotting against
EAm
the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
(palm mute)
Am
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town
were
Dm
reconnoitering with blades and gun
Am
But the ale had started spilling
EAm
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
(walkup)
Prechorus 2:
DmE
And all the streets burned with gold,
DmE
But, oh, my bones were so cold
Chorus: (slightly different)
AmF
I scowl at the angry moon
CG
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
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Am
What have I become
FC
A drunken maroon run aground
GE
In this rotten town
Bridge:
A
I stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
E
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
A
From some foul inebriates
D
Some men I used to call my mates
AEA
Were lost in song and this is what they sang
They sang,
AE
"Heigh, hi, yo, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go
A
Drinking 'till we all get sick
D
And coming up with limericks
AEA
But we never quite remember how they end"
F#mD
I can see my childhood home
AE
I think of my dear old mum
AmAmAmEAm
What have I become
Chorus: (same chords as the first chorus)
I scowl at the angry moon
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
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A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (In this rotten)
In this rotten, In this rotten town