Chords for Dirty Davey (Remastered Version)

Tempo:
139.1 bpm
Chords used:

D

Dm

C

A

Bb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Dirty Davey (Remastered Version) chords
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[D]
[D]
[Dm] [C] [Dm] [C]
[D]
But the [A] baby's down the [D] front, he's meant to [C] cop it there
He takes you [Bb] in, say he hates your skin, you're dragged [A] away by the hair
So kick it in, you're prison fed, [Dm] and you tell me it's a lure
[Bb] [D] Hey!
[A]
[Bb]
[D] But baby's [C] out on two weeks [D] bail, he's down the [A] town to score
When it all falls [Bb] in, he's pinned by the chin, they bust it [D] every floor
So kick it [C] in, you're prison fed, and you tell me [Dm] it's a lure
[D] [A]
[Bb]
[D] But then [C] down the old red [D] squad, he's flying with [A] it and laughs
Ripped with the pain, [Bb] he's down the lane with the bail, it's sand [D] and glass
So kick it in, [Dm] you're prison fed, and you tell me it's a lure Hey!
[D] [A]
[Bb]
That jaw comes [A] up on a Monday [D] morning, [C] baby's messed up
Can't stop his tears, [Bb] he gets two years, you can't turn back [D] the clock
So kick it in, [C] you're prison [Dm] fed, and you tell me it's a lure
[D] [A]
[Dm]
[D] [A]
[Bb]
[Dm] [C] [Dm]
[C] [Bb]
[Dm] [Dm] But then down [C] [Dm]
the old red squad,
[A] [Bb]
[Dm]
[A]
[Dm] [C] [Dm]
he's [C] messed up
[D]
[Dm] [C] [Dm]
[C] [Bb]
[D] Well baby's had it up to here, [A]
banging his head on the wall
So he's tied his pants [Bb] to the prison [A] bars
And he's hung, so [C] he's clear [D] of it all
So kick it in, you're prison fed, and [Dm] you tell me it's a lure Hey!
[D] [A]
[Dm] I laugh at the [C] rich, and I laugh at the [Dm] poor, and I laugh at [C] Derby Davies
But this body's gone, his soul is [A] not, this too, you [Dm] Derby Davies
Kick it in, you're prison fed, and you tell me it's a lure
[D] [A]
[Bb] [D] Let's go up, go up, and [Am] run to the top, you tell me it's a lure
[C] [A] [D]
[C] [Bb] [A]
[Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[C] [D]
[N]
Key:  
D
1321
Dm
2311
C
3211
A
1231
Bb
12341111
D
1321
Dm
2311
C
3211
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
But the [A] baby's down the [D] front, he's meant to [C] cop it there
He takes you [Bb] in, say he hates your skin, you're dragged [A] away by the hair
So kick it in, you're prison fed, [Dm] and you tell me it's a lure
_ [Bb] _ [D] Hey!
_ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[D] But baby's [C] out on two weeks [D] bail, he's down the [A] town to score
When it all falls [Bb] in, he's pinned by the chin, they bust it [D] every floor
So kick it [C] in, you're prison fed, and you tell me [Dm] it's a lure
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[D] But then [C] down the old red [D] squad, he's flying with [A] it and laughs
Ripped with the pain, [Bb] he's down the lane with the bail, it's sand [D] and glass
So kick it in, [Dm] you're prison fed, and you tell me it's a lure Hey!
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
That jaw comes [A] up on a Monday [D] morning, [C] baby's messed up
Can't stop his tears, [Bb] he gets two years, you can't turn back [D] the clock
So kick it in, [C] you're prison [Dm] fed, and you tell me it's a lure
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] But then down _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ the old red squad, _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ he's [C] messed up
[D] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [D] _ _ Well _ baby's had it up to here, _ [A] _
banging his head on the wall _
So he's tied his pants [Bb] to the prison _ [A] _ bars
_ And he's hung, so [C] he's clear _ [D] of it all
So kick it in, you're prison fed, and [Dm] you tell me it's a lure Hey!
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ I laugh at the [C] rich, and I laugh at the [Dm] poor, and I laugh at [C] Derby Davies
But this body's gone, his soul is [A] not, this too, you [Dm] Derby Davies
Kick it in, you're prison fed, and you tell me it's a lure _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [D] Let's go up, go up, and [Am] run to the top, you tell me it's a lure _ _
[C] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Bb] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _