Chords for - Bread and Roses.. I sing of Olaf glad and big
Tempo:
114.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
D
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I sing of Olaf, glad and big, [Bm] Whose [C] warmest heart [A] recoiled at war,
[Em] A [D] conscientious [C]
objector.
[G]
Well, the loving Colonel Drake [Bm] West Point, her [C] most [D] icingly friend,
[Em]
Took [D] caring Olaf's scooted hand.
[Am] [G] And though a host of overjoyed, [Bm] None [C] comfort stocking [D] on the head [E] him,
[Em] A tender, [D] wise, sea [C]-watered bull, [G]
That helplessness which others spoke,
[Bm] In [C] Russia's recently [D] employed,
[Em] An antipode [C] toil and mold,
[G] Dwelt in good intellect, civil, A [C] legion's urban
[A] instruments,
[Em] All [D] hopping to all [C] intents, A [G] corpse, and wanting any rag,
[Bm] Upon [C] what God unto [D] him gave, [Em]
His spawns [A] without getting annoyed,
[G] I will not kiss your fucking leg.
[B] [C]
[G]
[D] [B] [Am]
[G]
[Em] [Am]
[G]
[D] [Em] [Am]
[G] Straight away the silver bird looked [Dm] grave, [B] But though [C] all kinds of [D] officers,
[Em] A yearning [D]
nation's blue [C]-eyed [Bm] pride,
[G] Their hats in rage again cursed,
Until [C] a wailing [D] clarion,
[Em] Voices [A] and words were [C] much the worse,
Then came the first black private's son, [Bm] His rhetoric [C] in the [A] elite,
By [D] means of skillfully [C] employed [G] bayonets, A roasted hot with [A] heat,
[Bm] [C] Olaf upon one [D] were one's feet,
[Em]
Just almost seized the [C]
feed,
[G] There is [Gm] some shit I will [C] not eat,
A resident [G] being of which, A search should duly notify,
[E]
Through the [D] yellow [C] son of a bitch, Into a dungeon where [G] he dines,
[A]
[Am] [G]
[B]
[Am] [G]
[A]
[Am] [G]
[B]
[Am] [G]
Christ of his mercy infinite, [B] I pray [C] to see an [D] Olaf too,
[Em]
For a ponderating [C] he'd become, [Em]
Unless [D] statistics lie [C] he was,
[G] More [D] brave than me, [C]
More blond [G] than ye,
[N]
[Em] A [D] conscientious [C]
objector.
[G]
Well, the loving Colonel Drake [Bm] West Point, her [C] most [D] icingly friend,
[Em]
Took [D] caring Olaf's scooted hand.
[Am] [G] And though a host of overjoyed, [Bm] None [C] comfort stocking [D] on the head [E] him,
[Em] A tender, [D] wise, sea [C]-watered bull, [G]
That helplessness which others spoke,
[Bm] In [C] Russia's recently [D] employed,
[Em] An antipode [C] toil and mold,
[G] Dwelt in good intellect, civil, A [C] legion's urban
[A] instruments,
[Em] All [D] hopping to all [C] intents, A [G] corpse, and wanting any rag,
[Bm] Upon [C] what God unto [D] him gave, [Em]
His spawns [A] without getting annoyed,
[G] I will not kiss your fucking leg.
[B] [C]
[G]
[D] [B] [Am]
[G]
[Em] [Am]
[G]
[D] [Em] [Am]
[G] Straight away the silver bird looked [Dm] grave, [B] But though [C] all kinds of [D] officers,
[Em] A yearning [D]
nation's blue [C]-eyed [Bm] pride,
[G] Their hats in rage again cursed,
Until [C] a wailing [D] clarion,
[Em] Voices [A] and words were [C] much the worse,
Then came the first black private's son, [Bm] His rhetoric [C] in the [A] elite,
By [D] means of skillfully [C] employed [G] bayonets, A roasted hot with [A] heat,
[Bm] [C] Olaf upon one [D] were one's feet,
[Em]
Just almost seized the [C]
feed,
[G] There is [Gm] some shit I will [C] not eat,
A resident [G] being of which, A search should duly notify,
[E]
Through the [D] yellow [C] son of a bitch, Into a dungeon where [G] he dines,
[A]
[Am] [G]
[B]
[Am] [G]
[A]
[Am] [G]
[B]
[Am] [G]
Christ of his mercy infinite, [B] I pray [C] to see an [D] Olaf too,
[Em]
For a ponderating [C] he'd become, [Em]
Unless [D] statistics lie [C] he was,
[G] More [D] brave than me, [C]
More blond [G] than ye,
[N]
Key:
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G
D
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Bm
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I sing of Olaf, glad and big, _ _ [Bm] _ Whose [C] warmest heart [A] recoiled at war, _
[Em] A [D] _ conscientious [C] _
objector.
_ _ _ [G] _
Well, the loving Colonel Drake [Bm] _ West Point, her [C] most [D] icingly friend,
[Em] _
Took [D] caring Olaf's scooted hand.
[Am] _ [G] And though a host of _ _ overjoyed, [Bm] None [C] comfort stocking [D] on the head [E] him,
[Em] A tender, [D] wise, sea [C]-watered bull, [G] _
That helplessness which others spoke,
[Bm] _ In [C] Russia's recently _ [D] employed, _
[Em] An antipode [C] toil and mold,
[G] _ Dwelt in good intellect, civil, _ _ A [C] legion's urban _
[A] instruments,
[Em] _ All [D] hopping to all [C] intents, A [G] corpse, and wanting any rag,
[Bm] _ _ Upon [C] what God unto [D] him gave, [Em] _
His spawns [A] without getting annoyed,
_ [G] I will not kiss your fucking leg. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [G] _ Straight away the silver bird looked [Dm] grave, [B] But though [C] all kinds of [D] _ officers,
_ [Em] A yearning [D]
nation's blue [C]-eyed [Bm] pride, _ _
[G] _ Their hats in rage again cursed,
_ _ Until [C] a wailing _ [D] clarion, _
_ [Em] Voices [A] and words were [C] much the worse,
_ Then came the first black private's son, [Bm] _ His rhetoric [C] in the [A] elite,
_ _ By [D] means of skillfully [C] employed _ [G] bayonets, A roasted hot with [A] heat,
_ [Bm] _ [C] Olaf upon one [D] were one's feet,
_ [Em]
Just almost seized the [C] _
feed,
_ [G] _ There is [Gm] some shit I will [C] not eat,
A resident [G] being of which, A search should duly notify,
[E] _
Through the [D] yellow [C] son of a bitch, Into a dungeon where [G] he dines,
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ Christ of his mercy infinite, _ [B] I pray [C] to see an [D] Olaf too,
_ [Em]
For a ponderating [C] he'd become, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
Unless [D] statistics lie [C] he was,
[G] _ _ More [D] brave than me, _ [C] _
More blond [G] than ye, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Em] A [D] _ conscientious [C] _
objector.
_ _ _ [G] _
Well, the loving Colonel Drake [Bm] _ West Point, her [C] most [D] icingly friend,
[Em] _
Took [D] caring Olaf's scooted hand.
[Am] _ [G] And though a host of _ _ overjoyed, [Bm] None [C] comfort stocking [D] on the head [E] him,
[Em] A tender, [D] wise, sea [C]-watered bull, [G] _
That helplessness which others spoke,
[Bm] _ In [C] Russia's recently _ [D] employed, _
[Em] An antipode [C] toil and mold,
[G] _ Dwelt in good intellect, civil, _ _ A [C] legion's urban _
[A] instruments,
[Em] _ All [D] hopping to all [C] intents, A [G] corpse, and wanting any rag,
[Bm] _ _ Upon [C] what God unto [D] him gave, [Em] _
His spawns [A] without getting annoyed,
_ [G] I will not kiss your fucking leg. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [G] _ Straight away the silver bird looked [Dm] grave, [B] But though [C] all kinds of [D] _ officers,
_ [Em] A yearning [D]
nation's blue [C]-eyed [Bm] pride, _ _
[G] _ Their hats in rage again cursed,
_ _ Until [C] a wailing _ [D] clarion, _
_ [Em] Voices [A] and words were [C] much the worse,
_ Then came the first black private's son, [Bm] _ His rhetoric [C] in the [A] elite,
_ _ By [D] means of skillfully [C] employed _ [G] bayonets, A roasted hot with [A] heat,
_ [Bm] _ [C] Olaf upon one [D] were one's feet,
_ [Em]
Just almost seized the [C] _
feed,
_ [G] _ There is [Gm] some shit I will [C] not eat,
A resident [G] being of which, A search should duly notify,
[E] _
Through the [D] yellow [C] son of a bitch, Into a dungeon where [G] he dines,
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
_ Christ of his mercy infinite, _ [B] I pray [C] to see an [D] Olaf too,
_ [Em]
For a ponderating [C] he'd become, _ _ [Em] _ _ _
Unless [D] statistics lie [C] he was,
[G] _ _ More [D] brave than me, _ [C] _
More blond [G] than ye, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _