Chords for Champion Dung Spreader (live) - The Wurzels

Tempo:
95 bpm
Chords used:

Bb

F

G

C

Cm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Champion Dung Spreader (live) - The Wurzels chords
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He guessed it was Dung.
Sing along with us, clap along with us for the champion Dung Spreader.
I doubt
[Bb] [G] [Bb] some folks like to boast about the father's [G] occupation.
[C] Dost my man likes [F] in other [Bb] situations.
Not so our old man working [F] was his pride.
He was on their boots and gaiters and his dumb fire in [Bb] the sight.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, veil [F] and chair.
Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader.
Come on, I see your hands all going now.
[G] [Bb] How many years ago when Dad [C] was seen as power.
With the mighty two and swipe he hit the old [Bb] church tower.
[Bb] Mario destroyed the [G] beggar, Jesus the [F] monk on whom.
Not so a sand the merger is a hunger, [Bb] we're done altogether.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, veil [F] and chair.
Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader.
Come on Doris, hey.
[G] [Bb] Now his aim was straight and true.
When his arms [F] start failing, we don't go down the way.
When I'm being my [Bb] mom's go say them.
Just leave our old man where the dumb lowest pile [F] of thick.
And he make it play for miles with the scurvy black [Bb] fire stack.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, [C] jester, veil and chair.
[F] Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader.
[Bb] [F] Hey, [Bb] and when you all can see.
Father was [Cm] quite contented, [F] he had the finest job.
[G] Since work it was invented.
[Bb] And when our old man laid him [F] down to die.
In a farty acre field with the dumb pile [Bb] six foot up.
Period.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, veil and chair.
[F] Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, [F] veil and [C] chair.
[F]
Hi ho.
[Fm] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[Bb]
How about that, eh?
Hey, whoa, whoa.
Well, you ladies out there, hang on to something really solid.
This is when the old Nickerlastic will go, I'm telling you.
[Gm] He's [F] the champion Dung [Bb] Spreader.
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Bb
12341111
F
134211111
G
2131
C
3211
Cm
13421113
Bb
12341111
F
134211111
G
2131
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_ _ He guessed it was Dung.
Sing along with us, clap along with us for the champion Dung Spreader.
I doubt _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] some folks like to boast about the father's [G] occupation.
[C] Dost my man likes [F] in other [Bb] situations.
Not so our old man working [F] was his pride.
He was on their boots and gaiters and his dumb fire in [Bb] the sight.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, veil [F] and chair.
Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader.
Come on, I see your hands all going now.
_ [G] _ _ [Bb] How many years ago when Dad [C] was seen as power.
With the mighty two and swipe he hit the old [Bb] church tower.
_ [Bb] Mario destroyed the [G] beggar, Jesus the [F] monk on whom.
Not so a sand the merger is a hunger, [Bb] we're done altogether.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, veil [F] and chair.
Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader.
Come on Doris, hey.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] Now his aim was straight and true.
When his arms [F] start failing, we don't go down the way.
When I'm being my [Bb] mom's go say them.
Just leave our old man where the dumb lowest pile [F] of thick.
And he make it play for miles with the scurvy black [Bb] fire stack.
_ Hi ho, fiddle and low, [C] jester, veil and chair.
_ [F] Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader. _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] Hey, [Bb] and when you all can see.
_ Father was [Cm] quite contented, [F] he had the finest job.
[G] Since work it was invented.
_ [Bb] And when our old man laid him [F] down to die.
In a farty acre field with the dumb pile [Bb] six foot up.
Period.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, veil and chair.
[F] Hi ho, the folks all know he's the champion [Bb] Dung Spreader.
Hi ho, fiddle and low, jester, [F] veil and [C] chair.
_ [F] _
Hi ho.
_ [Fm] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ How about that, eh?
Hey, whoa, whoa.
Well, you ladies out there, hang on to something really solid.
_ This is when the old Nickerlastic will go, I'm telling you.
[Gm] _ He's [F] the _ champion Dung [Bb] _ _ Spreader. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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