Chords for DARK SARAH "A Grim Christmas Story" LYRIC VIDEO
Tempo:
123.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
Gm
C
G
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [A]
[Gm]
[D] [Gm]
[Gm] On the first day of Christmas my true love said to [Dm] me,
Oh Sarah my [Gm] sweet pea, On the second day of Christmas [D] my true love
lied [Gm] to [D] me, Oh what a pity now he lies under water
[Gm] on the sea.
[C#m]
[Gm]
On the third day of Christmas the [D] mailman came to see,
[D#] If my [G] husband was home for a [D] pint of beer, [Gm] The question he puffed [D] and my trust nearly
dropped, Oh what a pity he had it coming now there's
two on the bottom [Gm] of the sea.
[C#m] [Gm]
[D] [Am] On the fourth day of Christmas the milkman's wife came by,
[F] [Am] Worried to her bone she was of her [E] husband's [Dm] life,
A blow to her head it made [E] everything alright,
[E] Oh what a pity she had it coming,
A knife cut through through now there's three on the bottom of the [Am] sea.
[Fm]
[Fm] [Dm]
[F] [Cm]
[Gm]
[F#m] [Gm] [Gm]
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love got [D#] revealed,
He was keen on something [Cm] else, there is [D] one that's me,
[Gm] I went to his mistress just to have a [D] talk, [D#] [D]
[G] That was how the [C] pity chopped her leg [Am] made
put her in [D] a sack, Now there's [C] four on the bottom [Gm] of the sea.
[F#m] [Gm] On the sixth day of Christmas [D] a man knocked on [Gm] my [D] door,
Asked for my husband, [Cm] why oh [D] [G] damn what a [C] pity, This is getting messy [Am] strangled him [D] to death,
Now there's [C] five on [D] the bottom [Gm] of the sea.
[F#m] [Gm]
[D] On [Gm] the seventh day of Christmas the police knocked my door,
[D#] Told [Gm] me the mailman's [Cm] son had given [D] them a call,
[Cm] By asking some questions [D] they found out what I've [D] done,
Oh what a pity end of my story [D#] Sarah's going [D] to jail.
[Gm] Weakly I came up [F#] with a [A] cunning plan, [D] At the time it's almost five I'll bring you tea,
Give [D#] a [D] special treat, The [G] poison made them [C] sleep,
A dagger made them [Am] bleed, Time for me [D] to flee,
Now there's [C] eight on [D] the bottom of [Gm] the sea.
Now there's [D] eight on [C] the bottom [D] of [Gm] the sea.
[G]
[Gm]
[D] [Gm]
[Gm] On the first day of Christmas my true love said to [Dm] me,
Oh Sarah my [Gm] sweet pea, On the second day of Christmas [D] my true love
lied [Gm] to [D] me, Oh what a pity now he lies under water
[Gm] on the sea.
[C#m]
[Gm]
On the third day of Christmas the [D] mailman came to see,
[D#] If my [G] husband was home for a [D] pint of beer, [Gm] The question he puffed [D] and my trust nearly
dropped, Oh what a pity he had it coming now there's
two on the bottom [Gm] of the sea.
[C#m] [Gm]
[D] [Am] On the fourth day of Christmas the milkman's wife came by,
[F] [Am] Worried to her bone she was of her [E] husband's [Dm] life,
A blow to her head it made [E] everything alright,
[E] Oh what a pity she had it coming,
A knife cut through through now there's three on the bottom of the [Am] sea.
[Fm]
[Fm] [Dm]
[F] [Cm]
[Gm]
[F#m] [Gm] [Gm]
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love got [D#] revealed,
He was keen on something [Cm] else, there is [D] one that's me,
[Gm] I went to his mistress just to have a [D] talk, [D#] [D]
[G] That was how the [C] pity chopped her leg [Am] made
put her in [D] a sack, Now there's [C] four on the bottom [Gm] of the sea.
[F#m] [Gm] On the sixth day of Christmas [D] a man knocked on [Gm] my [D] door,
Asked for my husband, [Cm] why oh [D] [G] damn what a [C] pity, This is getting messy [Am] strangled him [D] to death,
Now there's [C] five on [D] the bottom [Gm] of the sea.
[F#m] [Gm]
[D] On [Gm] the seventh day of Christmas the police knocked my door,
[D#] Told [Gm] me the mailman's [Cm] son had given [D] them a call,
[Cm] By asking some questions [D] they found out what I've [D] done,
Oh what a pity end of my story [D#] Sarah's going [D] to jail.
[Gm] Weakly I came up [F#] with a [A] cunning plan, [D] At the time it's almost five I'll bring you tea,
Give [D#] a [D] special treat, The [G] poison made them [C] sleep,
A dagger made them [Am] bleed, Time for me [D] to flee,
Now there's [C] eight on [D] the bottom of [Gm] the sea.
Now there's [D] eight on [C] the bottom [D] of [Gm] the sea.
[G]
Key:
D
Gm
C
G
D#
D
Gm
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] On the first day of Christmas my true love said to [Dm] me,
Oh Sarah my [Gm] sweet pea, _ On the second day of Christmas [D] my true love
lied [Gm] to [D] me, Oh what a pity now he lies under water
[Gm] on the sea.
_ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
On the third day of Christmas the [D] mailman came to see,
[D#] If my [G] husband was home for a [D] pint of beer, [Gm] The question he puffed [D] and my trust nearly
dropped, Oh what a pity he had it coming now there's
two on the bottom [Gm] of the sea. _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] [Am] On the fourth day of Christmas the milkman's wife came by,
[F] [Am] Worried to her bone she was of her [E] husband's [Dm] life,
A blow to her head it made [E] everything alright, _
[E] Oh what a pity she had it coming,
A knife cut through through now there's three on the bottom of the [Am] sea. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ On the fifth day of Christmas my true love got [D#] revealed,
He was keen on something [Cm] else, there is [D] one that's me,
[Gm] I went to his mistress just to have a [D] talk, _ _ [D#] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] That was how the [C] pity chopped her leg [Am] made
put her in [D] a sack, Now there's [C] four on the bottom [Gm] of the sea. _ _ _
_ [F#m] [Gm] On the sixth day of Christmas [D] a man knocked on [Gm] my [D] door,
Asked for my husband, [Cm] why oh [D] _ _ _ _ [G] damn what a [C] pity, This is getting messy [Am] strangled him [D] to death,
Now there's [C] five on [D] the bottom [Gm] of the sea. _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] On [Gm] the seventh day of Christmas the police knocked my door,
[D#] Told [Gm] me the mailman's [Cm] son had given [D] them a call,
[Cm] By asking some questions [D] they found out what I've [D] done,
Oh what a pity end of my story [D#] Sarah's going [D] to jail. _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ Weakly I came up [F#] with a [A] cunning plan, [D] _ At the time it's almost five I'll bring you tea,
Give [D#] a [D] special _ treat, The [G] poison made them [C] sleep,
A dagger made them [Am] bleed, Time for me [D] to flee,
Now there's [C] eight on [D] the bottom of [Gm] the sea. _ _ _ _
Now there's [D] _ eight on _ [C] the bottom [D] of [Gm] the sea.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] On the first day of Christmas my true love said to [Dm] me,
Oh Sarah my [Gm] sweet pea, _ On the second day of Christmas [D] my true love
lied [Gm] to [D] me, Oh what a pity now he lies under water
[Gm] on the sea.
_ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
On the third day of Christmas the [D] mailman came to see,
[D#] If my [G] husband was home for a [D] pint of beer, [Gm] The question he puffed [D] and my trust nearly
dropped, Oh what a pity he had it coming now there's
two on the bottom [Gm] of the sea. _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] [Am] On the fourth day of Christmas the milkman's wife came by,
[F] [Am] Worried to her bone she was of her [E] husband's [Dm] life,
A blow to her head it made [E] everything alright, _
[E] Oh what a pity she had it coming,
A knife cut through through now there's three on the bottom of the [Am] sea. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ On the fifth day of Christmas my true love got [D#] revealed,
He was keen on something [Cm] else, there is [D] one that's me,
[Gm] I went to his mistress just to have a [D] talk, _ _ [D#] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] That was how the [C] pity chopped her leg [Am] made
put her in [D] a sack, Now there's [C] four on the bottom [Gm] of the sea. _ _ _
_ [F#m] [Gm] On the sixth day of Christmas [D] a man knocked on [Gm] my [D] door,
Asked for my husband, [Cm] why oh [D] _ _ _ _ [G] damn what a [C] pity, This is getting messy [Am] strangled him [D] to death,
Now there's [C] five on [D] the bottom [Gm] of the sea. _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] On [Gm] the seventh day of Christmas the police knocked my door,
[D#] Told [Gm] me the mailman's [Cm] son had given [D] them a call,
[Cm] By asking some questions [D] they found out what I've [D] done,
Oh what a pity end of my story [D#] Sarah's going [D] to jail. _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ Weakly I came up [F#] with a [A] cunning plan, [D] _ At the time it's almost five I'll bring you tea,
Give [D#] a [D] special _ treat, The [G] poison made them [C] sleep,
A dagger made them [Am] bleed, Time for me [D] to flee,
Now there's [C] eight on [D] the bottom of [Gm] the sea. _ _ _ _
Now there's [D] _ eight on _ [C] the bottom [D] of [Gm] the sea.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _