Chords for Bad Subtitles | The Longest Johns

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[E] _ _ [Gb] _ Well, [Em] aren't you to you, Spanish ladies, _ Farewell energy to you, ladies of Spain, _
For we've received orders for the sail for old England,
But we hope very soon we shall see you again.
We'll rant and lool-oil like [Db] true Finnish sailors,
We'll run time, we'll roll along the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England.
From Russians to Silly, it's thirty-five knees.
[E] And the signal was made for the Grand Prix to anchor,
All in the down's that night for [Em] to lie,
Then it's stand-by, your supper's stick layer,
[B] Shank painters, [G] haul up, you're [Abm] clog on its legs,
Ack, says she's smart.
[F] We'll runs and we'll roll like true British sailors,
We're Anton, we'll roar all on the salt seas,
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England. _ _
From Rwandans to Silly, it's thirty-high-lee.
_ _ The captain's daughter, she's a sign to keep you up in the dead of night,
To make you eat a lice and soar like many other men before.
The [G] captain's daughter, she's a sign to keep you up in the dead of night,
To make you weak to eat rice and soar like men, the man before.
_ _ _ But such a tight-ass moving [E] seems _ asleep,
To [G] _ phone [A] for sound [E] and foe,
That which drew from out the boundless T,
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_ [A] Turns again home. _ _
Well, the captain's on the quarter-deck,
Scratching away at his old neck,
He shouts out, evil Abba lad,
Toe and sugar and all below. _ _
Hey, love, hello, hello,
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Toe and [Fm] sugar in the hole [A] _ below. _
_ Hey, love, _ below, below,
Toe and sugar in the home [Gb] alone. _
_ _ _ [Cm] When first I [Bb] landed in Lever,
[Ab] I went [Bb] upon the [Cm] spree,
_ With money at last [Eb] I spends it fast,
To [Cm] get drunk as drunk could [Bb] be. _ _
[Eb] When my [Bb] money was all gone,
It [Cm] was then that I wanted [Bb] more,
[Cm] But a man must be blind [Bb] to make up his mind,
[Ab] To go to [Bb]
sea once [Cm] more.
Sometimes we're catching whale's bullets,
Sometimes we're catching,
[Cm] _
With a twenty-foot saw,
[Eb] Stuck in your paw from four o'clock in [Bb] the morning. _
_ [Eb] As the shades of night roll [C] on,
And you're us on your [Bb] weary oar,
_ It [Cm] was then that I wished [Bb] that I was [Ab] ten,
And could [Bb] go to sea no [Cm] more.
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I will [Ab] pluck, my love, some roses,
_ Some _ [Gb] looming Irish roses.
_ I will pluck, my love, some roses,
_ [Am] The fairest thoughts ever [Gb] grew.
_ _ [Bm] _ And now, lady, the grain
Of my [A] own true, lovely Mary, _
[Bb] Him that [Bm] cold and silent _ churchyard,
Where she [A] sleeps [E] me her dew.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] I loved her very daily,
_ So _ truly and sincerely. _
There was no one in this wide world
I loved better _ [Gb] than she.
_ _ _ Every bush _ and every power, _
Every _ wild Irish flower,
_ _ [G] Reminds me of my Mary, _ _ _ _
On the banks of Sorm.
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[E] _ _ _ Lord above, send down and top,
With wings as sharp as razors,
_ Carl of thrust, oh, blows,
What sells by dears you [Abm] say. _ _
Tsunami warping around for the lex,
Way, ay, rolling go,
And her pretty young girls will come down in flux,
To me rollicking randy [Ebm] dandy row,
Heave a _ polytea way,
Way, _ ay, rolling go,
_ Anchors on board and the cables also,
To me rollicking randy [G] dandy row.
We're out about for Villapote away,
Way, ay, rolling go,
Get cooking millies is a hell of a way,
To me rollicking randy dandy row. _
Heave a polytea way,
_ Way, ay, wailing go,
The anchors on bull and the cables all,
To me rollicking randy _ dandy row. _ _ _ _ _ _
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