Chords for Chain Around My Ankle, John Williamson
Tempo:
122.2 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Okay, thanks very much.
This is a song that I wrote after I [G] read a little bit about the First Fleet.
[A] This is like [F] the first impression of one of the convicts when they landed in Sydney Cove.
[Bb] [Em] [F] [C]
[F] In the finest harbour in the [Bb] world, in a cove they [F] call them Sydney,
The Captain, Governor, Phillips, [C] Trinity, sails.
[F] With shelter from the winds [Bb] and the big [F] Pacific Ocean,
We [C] landed in New [F] South Wales.
And you should see the parrots [Bbm] all hollering [F] like rainbows,
Wallabies and screech and [C] cockatoos.
[F] And a bird that won't stop [Bb] laughing when he sees me [F] getting up like this,
He wouldn't be [C] laughing if he was [F] in my shoes.
[Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum, you threaten me with hanging,
It's [Bb] difficult with a [F] chain around me ankle.
[Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native in this [F] land.
And the native blacks are friendly [Bb] even though a [F] bit suspicious,
Of anyone with a [C] red coat or a gun.
[F] If I could learn their lingo [Bb] and listen [F] to the Dreamtime,
The bush and [C] me and the animals [F] would be one.
[Bb] And my convict mates all ate the [F] place they longed for Mother England,
[Bb] What in the hell has she got [F] I declare?
[Bb] The chimneys are a-smoking, [F] they're smelly and they're choking,
And the dukes [C] own every bunny [F] rabbit there.
And the Irish girl I lay [Bb] with in the middle [F] of the ocean,
She said she's willing and keen to [C] marry me.
[F] Working like a [Bb] dog and treated [F] like a donkey,
Given ten [C] years or so I [F] might be free.
[Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] It's difficult with a chain [F] around me ankle.
[Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native [F] in this land.
[Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] And step back over the train [F] around the anchor loo
[Bb] But give it half a chance, I'd [Eb] great!
[F] And disappear in the grey gums
And learn to [C] live like a native in [Bb] this land
[F] [N]
This is a song that I wrote after I [G] read a little bit about the First Fleet.
[A] This is like [F] the first impression of one of the convicts when they landed in Sydney Cove.
[Bb] [Em] [F] [C]
[F] In the finest harbour in the [Bb] world, in a cove they [F] call them Sydney,
The Captain, Governor, Phillips, [C] Trinity, sails.
[F] With shelter from the winds [Bb] and the big [F] Pacific Ocean,
We [C] landed in New [F] South Wales.
And you should see the parrots [Bbm] all hollering [F] like rainbows,
Wallabies and screech and [C] cockatoos.
[F] And a bird that won't stop [Bb] laughing when he sees me [F] getting up like this,
He wouldn't be [C] laughing if he was [F] in my shoes.
[Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum, you threaten me with hanging,
It's [Bb] difficult with a [F] chain around me ankle.
[Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native in this [F] land.
And the native blacks are friendly [Bb] even though a [F] bit suspicious,
Of anyone with a [C] red coat or a gun.
[F] If I could learn their lingo [Bb] and listen [F] to the Dreamtime,
The bush and [C] me and the animals [F] would be one.
[Bb] And my convict mates all ate the [F] place they longed for Mother England,
[Bb] What in the hell has she got [F] I declare?
[Bb] The chimneys are a-smoking, [F] they're smelly and they're choking,
And the dukes [C] own every bunny [F] rabbit there.
And the Irish girl I lay [Bb] with in the middle [F] of the ocean,
She said she's willing and keen to [C] marry me.
[F] Working like a [Bb] dog and treated [F] like a donkey,
Given ten [C] years or so I [F] might be free.
[Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] It's difficult with a chain [F] around me ankle.
[Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native [F] in this land.
[Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] And step back over the train [F] around the anchor loo
[Bb] But give it half a chance, I'd [Eb] great!
[F] And disappear in the grey gums
And learn to [C] live like a native in [Bb] this land
[F] [N]
Key:
F
Bb
C
G
A
F
Bb
C
_ _ Okay, thanks very much.
This is a song that I wrote after I _ _ [G] read a little bit about the First Fleet.
[A] This is like [F] the first impression of one of the convicts when they landed in Sydney Cove. _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Em] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ In the finest harbour in the [Bb] world, in a cove they [F] call them Sydney,
The Captain, Governor, Phillips, [C] Trinity, sails.
[F] With shelter from the winds [Bb] and the big [F] Pacific Ocean,
We [C] landed in New [F] South Wales.
And you should see the parrots [Bbm] all hollering [F] like rainbows,
Wallabies and screech and [C] _ cockatoos.
[F] And a bird that won't stop [Bb] laughing when he sees me [F] getting up like this,
He wouldn't be [C] laughing if he was [F] in my shoes.
_ [Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum, you threaten me with hanging,
It's [Bb] difficult with a [F] chain around me ankle.
_ _ [Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native in this [F] land.
And the native blacks are friendly [Bb] even though a [F] bit suspicious,
Of anyone with a [C] red coat or a gun.
_ [F] If I could learn their lingo [Bb] and listen [F] to the Dreamtime,
The bush and [C] me and the animals [F] would be one.
_ [Bb] And my convict mates all ate the [F] place they longed for Mother England,
[Bb] What in the hell has she got [F] I declare?
_ [Bb] The chimneys are a-smoking, [F] they're smelly and they're choking,
And the dukes [C] own every bunny [F] rabbit there.
_ And the Irish girl I lay [Bb] with in the middle [F] of the ocean,
She said she's willing and keen to [C] marry me.
_ _ [F] Working like a [Bb] dog and treated [F] like a donkey,
Given ten [C] years or so I [F] might be free.
_ [Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] It's difficult with a chain [F] around me ankle.
_ _ [Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native [F] in this land.
_ [Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] And step back over the train [F] around the anchor loo
[Bb] But give it half a chance, I'd [Eb] great!
_ _ _ [F] And disappear in the grey gums
And learn to [C] live like a native in [Bb] this land
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This is a song that I wrote after I _ _ [G] read a little bit about the First Fleet.
[A] This is like [F] the first impression of one of the convicts when they landed in Sydney Cove. _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Em] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ In the finest harbour in the [Bb] world, in a cove they [F] call them Sydney,
The Captain, Governor, Phillips, [C] Trinity, sails.
[F] With shelter from the winds [Bb] and the big [F] Pacific Ocean,
We [C] landed in New [F] South Wales.
And you should see the parrots [Bbm] all hollering [F] like rainbows,
Wallabies and screech and [C] _ cockatoos.
[F] And a bird that won't stop [Bb] laughing when he sees me [F] getting up like this,
He wouldn't be [C] laughing if he was [F] in my shoes.
_ [Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum, you threaten me with hanging,
It's [Bb] difficult with a [F] chain around me ankle.
_ _ [Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native in this [F] land.
And the native blacks are friendly [Bb] even though a [F] bit suspicious,
Of anyone with a [C] red coat or a gun.
_ [F] If I could learn their lingo [Bb] and listen [F] to the Dreamtime,
The bush and [C] me and the animals [F] would be one.
_ [Bb] And my convict mates all ate the [F] place they longed for Mother England,
[Bb] What in the hell has she got [F] I declare?
_ [Bb] The chimneys are a-smoking, [F] they're smelly and they're choking,
And the dukes [C] own every bunny [F] rabbit there.
_ And the Irish girl I lay [Bb] with in the middle [F] of the ocean,
She said she's willing and keen to [C] marry me.
_ _ [F] Working like a [Bb] dog and treated [F] like a donkey,
Given ten [C] years or so I [F] might be free.
_ [Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] It's difficult with a chain [F] around me ankle.
_ _ [Bb] I'd given half a chance, I'd [F] break and disappear in the grey gulch,
And learn to [C] live like a native [F] in this land.
_ [Bb] You beat, you drum, you drink, you [F] rum,
You threaten me with hanging,
[Bb] And step back over the train [F] around the anchor loo
[Bb] But give it half a chance, I'd [Eb] great!
_ _ _ [F] And disappear in the grey gums
And learn to [C] live like a native in [Bb] this land
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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