Chinatown Bumboat Chords by Salty Dick
Tempo:
109.65 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Fm
G
Gm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Cm] I was strolling [Fm] down Sand Street [G] one fine [Cm] summer night,
And I spied [Fm] a fair damsel [G] as she hove in sight.
[Cm] I ran up [Gm] my number [Fm] to which she [Cm] replied,
I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat going out [G] with the tide.
[Cm] I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat [G] going out [Cm] with the tide.
I passed [Fm] her a [G] hawser and I took [Cm] her in tow.
We crossed [Fm] down the way [G] like a couple should go.
[Cm] We turned [G] in an alley [Fm] not too [Cm] clean or neat,
And we dropped [Fm] our mudhooks at the end of [G] the street.
[Cm] We dropped [Fm] our mudhooks [G] at the end [Cm] of the street.
She then [Fm] led me up [G] to a third [Cm] story floor,
And in [Fm] her fine-stayed [G] room I soon let a-roar.
[Cm] She cleaned [Gm] up her courses [Fm] and her red [Cm] flag down-haul,
Laid her [Fm] lily-white hand on me reef [G]-tickle-fall.
[Cm] Laid her lily [Fm]-white hand [G] on me reef [Cm]-tickle-fall.
[Gm] [Cm] I gazed [Fm] in her stern, [G] she'd saw plenty [Cm] of room,
And [Fm] into her hull [G]-pipe I shoved my jib-boom.
[Cm] With her [Gm] fenders o'er-hanging [Fm] like a bent [Cm]-scupper's lip,
Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate who scuttled [G] my ship.
[Cm] Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate [G] who scuttled [Cm] my ship.
She rolled and [Fm] she pitched [G] like a ship [Cm] in a storm,
And cried out,
[Bb] Oh, [Fm] [G] sailor, you're doing me harm,
[Cm] You're in the [G] wrong port.
She [Fm] cried [Bbm] out [Cm] in alarm,
Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
Penny-port [G] in a storm.
[Cm] Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
[G] Penny-port in [Cm] a storm.
She burnt down [Fm] me rigging, [G] cleaned down [Cm] to the hull,
And back to [Fm] the sick [G] bay me pont-eyed did scull.
[Cm] With me fore [G]-gaps all bent [Fm] and me main-mast [Cm]
unstrung,
The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, your jib-boom [G]
is sprung.
[Cm] The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, [G] your jib-boom [Cm] is sprung.
Now I'm lying [Fm] in sick [G] bay, me stern [Cm] to the wall,
The [Fm] Chinatown [G] bumboat, the cause of it all.
[Cm] Oh, it's ashes [G] to ashes [Fm] and dust [Cm] unto dust,
Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman a [G] sailor can trust?
[Cm] Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman [G]
a sailor [Cm] can trust?
And I spied [Fm] a fair damsel [G] as she hove in sight.
[Cm] I ran up [Gm] my number [Fm] to which she [Cm] replied,
I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat going out [G] with the tide.
[Cm] I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat [G] going out [Cm] with the tide.
I passed [Fm] her a [G] hawser and I took [Cm] her in tow.
We crossed [Fm] down the way [G] like a couple should go.
[Cm] We turned [G] in an alley [Fm] not too [Cm] clean or neat,
And we dropped [Fm] our mudhooks at the end of [G] the street.
[Cm] We dropped [Fm] our mudhooks [G] at the end [Cm] of the street.
She then [Fm] led me up [G] to a third [Cm] story floor,
And in [Fm] her fine-stayed [G] room I soon let a-roar.
[Cm] She cleaned [Gm] up her courses [Fm] and her red [Cm] flag down-haul,
Laid her [Fm] lily-white hand on me reef [G]-tickle-fall.
[Cm] Laid her lily [Fm]-white hand [G] on me reef [Cm]-tickle-fall.
[Gm] [Cm] I gazed [Fm] in her stern, [G] she'd saw plenty [Cm] of room,
And [Fm] into her hull [G]-pipe I shoved my jib-boom.
[Cm] With her [Gm] fenders o'er-hanging [Fm] like a bent [Cm]-scupper's lip,
Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate who scuttled [G] my ship.
[Cm] Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate [G] who scuttled [Cm] my ship.
She rolled and [Fm] she pitched [G] like a ship [Cm] in a storm,
And cried out,
[Bb] Oh, [Fm] [G] sailor, you're doing me harm,
[Cm] You're in the [G] wrong port.
She [Fm] cried [Bbm] out [Cm] in alarm,
Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
Penny-port [G] in a storm.
[Cm] Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
[G] Penny-port in [Cm] a storm.
She burnt down [Fm] me rigging, [G] cleaned down [Cm] to the hull,
And back to [Fm] the sick [G] bay me pont-eyed did scull.
[Cm] With me fore [G]-gaps all bent [Fm] and me main-mast [Cm]
unstrung,
The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, your jib-boom [G]
is sprung.
[Cm] The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, [G] your jib-boom [Cm] is sprung.
Now I'm lying [Fm] in sick [G] bay, me stern [Cm] to the wall,
The [Fm] Chinatown [G] bumboat, the cause of it all.
[Cm] Oh, it's ashes [G] to ashes [Fm] and dust [Cm] unto dust,
Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman a [G] sailor can trust?
[Cm] Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman [G]
a sailor [Cm] can trust?
Key:
Cm
Fm
G
Gm
Bb
Cm
Fm
G
_ [Cm] _ _ _ I was strolling [Fm] down Sand Street [G] one fine [Cm] summer night,
And I spied [Fm] a fair damsel [G] as she hove in sight.
[Cm] I ran up [Gm] my number [Fm] to which she [Cm] replied,
I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat going out [G] with the tide.
_ [Cm] I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat [G] going out [Cm] with the _ tide.
I passed [Fm] her a [G] hawser and I took [Cm] her in tow.
We crossed [Fm] down the way [G] like a couple should go.
[Cm] We turned [G] in an alley [Fm] not too [Cm] clean or neat,
And we dropped [Fm] our mudhooks at the end of [G] the street.
_ [Cm] We dropped [Fm] our mudhooks [G] at the end [Cm] of the street.
_ She then [Fm] led me up [G] to a third [Cm] story floor,
And in [Fm] her fine-stayed [G] room I soon let a-roar.
[Cm] She cleaned [Gm] up her courses [Fm] and her red [Cm] flag down-haul,
Laid her [Fm] lily-white hand on me reef [G]-tickle-fall.
_ [Cm] Laid her lily [Fm]-white hand [G] on me reef [Cm]-tickle-fall. _
_ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ I gazed [Fm] in her stern, [G] she'd saw plenty [Cm] of room,
And [Fm] into her hull [G]-pipe I shoved my jib-boom.
[Cm] With her [Gm] fenders o'er-hanging [Fm] like a bent [Cm]-scupper's lip,
Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate who scuttled [G] my ship.
[Cm] Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate [G] who scuttled [Cm] my ship. _
She rolled and [Fm] she pitched [G] like a ship [Cm] in a storm,
And cried out,
[Bb] Oh, [Fm] [G] sailor, you're doing me harm,
[Cm] You're in the [G] wrong port.
She [Fm] cried [Bbm] out [Cm] in alarm,
Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
Penny-port [G] in a storm.
[Cm] Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
[G] Penny-port in [Cm] a _ storm. _ _ _
She burnt down [Fm] me rigging, [G] cleaned down [Cm] to the hull,
And back to [Fm] the sick [G] bay me pont-eyed did scull.
[Cm] With me fore [G]-gaps all bent [Fm] and me main-mast [Cm]
unstrung,
The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, your jib-boom [G]
is sprung.
[Cm] The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, [G] your jib-boom [Cm] is sprung. _ _ _ _
Now I'm lying [Fm] in sick [G] bay, me stern [Cm] to the wall,
The [Fm] Chinatown [G] bumboat, the cause of it all.
[Cm] Oh, it's ashes [G] to ashes [Fm] and dust [Cm] unto dust,
Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman a [G] sailor can _ trust?
[Cm] Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman [G]
a sailor [Cm] can trust? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And I spied [Fm] a fair damsel [G] as she hove in sight.
[Cm] I ran up [Gm] my number [Fm] to which she [Cm] replied,
I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat going out [G] with the tide.
_ [Cm] I'm a [Fm] Chinatown bumboat [G] going out [Cm] with the _ tide.
I passed [Fm] her a [G] hawser and I took [Cm] her in tow.
We crossed [Fm] down the way [G] like a couple should go.
[Cm] We turned [G] in an alley [Fm] not too [Cm] clean or neat,
And we dropped [Fm] our mudhooks at the end of [G] the street.
_ [Cm] We dropped [Fm] our mudhooks [G] at the end [Cm] of the street.
_ She then [Fm] led me up [G] to a third [Cm] story floor,
And in [Fm] her fine-stayed [G] room I soon let a-roar.
[Cm] She cleaned [Gm] up her courses [Fm] and her red [Cm] flag down-haul,
Laid her [Fm] lily-white hand on me reef [G]-tickle-fall.
_ [Cm] Laid her lily [Fm]-white hand [G] on me reef [Cm]-tickle-fall. _
_ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _ I gazed [Fm] in her stern, [G] she'd saw plenty [Cm] of room,
And [Fm] into her hull [G]-pipe I shoved my jib-boom.
[Cm] With her [Gm] fenders o'er-hanging [Fm] like a bent [Cm]-scupper's lip,
Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate who scuttled [G] my ship.
[Cm] Pretty [Fm] Polly's a pirate [G] who scuttled [Cm] my ship. _
She rolled and [Fm] she pitched [G] like a ship [Cm] in a storm,
And cried out,
[Bb] Oh, [Fm] [G] sailor, you're doing me harm,
[Cm] You're in the [G] wrong port.
She [Fm] cried [Bbm] out [Cm] in alarm,
Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
Penny-port [G] in a storm.
[Cm] Well, the wrong [Fm] port be damned,
[G] Penny-port in [Cm] a _ storm. _ _ _
She burnt down [Fm] me rigging, [G] cleaned down [Cm] to the hull,
And back to [Fm] the sick [G] bay me pont-eyed did scull.
[Cm] With me fore [G]-gaps all bent [Fm] and me main-mast [Cm]
unstrung,
The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, your jib-boom [G]
is sprung.
[Cm] The doctor [Fm] said,
Sailor, [G] your jib-boom [Cm] is sprung. _ _ _ _
Now I'm lying [Fm] in sick [G] bay, me stern [Cm] to the wall,
The [Fm] Chinatown [G] bumboat, the cause of it all.
[Cm] Oh, it's ashes [G] to ashes [Fm] and dust [Cm] unto dust,
Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman a [G] sailor can _ trust?
[Cm] Tell me, where [Fm] is the woman [G]
a sailor [Cm] can trust? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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