Jungle Of The Midwest Sea Chords by Flatfoot 56
Tempo:
149.8 bpm
Chords used:
E
D
G
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [E]
[Em]
[F#] [E]
[Em]
[F#m] [E]
In [G]
[F#m] [E]
[G]
[F#m] [E]
[Em] the year of our Lord, 1903, in the meat-packing plants [A] of the shore [D] of the sea,
[E] Stood a young man on his saddle, as though clad by his side,
He sank flying among the chubbler of the land of the wild sticks.
[A] [E] With his bread and chubber as a quick tool of strange,
He slowed down the sausage, [A] and down [D] for a word [E] he did say,
Look there, big boy, there comes the barbecue,
And the one that's right [A] out of [D] that [E] rustling vault.
[G]
Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
[G]
Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the [Em] Midwest Sea!
[G]
[D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
Miles [A] [D] [E]
and miles of these duckyards were wild,
The reason this country [A] is old for [D] city style,
[E] The flood run the hole, the shipwrecked boat is in,
It's what a fuckload of [A] sardines rest on the [E]
world's sea.
[A] [D] [E] There's no longer inspiration, no longer speculation,
What food we grow, the doctors, it's no matter,
[D] [E] What a fuckload of this country, what a worker, what a morden,
What a slag of house fire, [A] what a plate [D] of the [E]
mud.
[G]
Welcome [D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
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[D] [E]
to
[Em]
[B] [Em]
[B] [Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [B] [Em]
[B] [G]
[D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
[G]
Welcome [D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
to
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[C#] [Em]
[Bm] [E]
the chubbler of the Midwest Sea!
[N]
[Em]
[F#] [E]
[Em]
[F#m] [E]
In [G]
[F#m] [E]
[G]
[F#m] [E]
[Em] the year of our Lord, 1903, in the meat-packing plants [A] of the shore [D] of the sea,
[E] Stood a young man on his saddle, as though clad by his side,
He sank flying among the chubbler of the land of the wild sticks.
[A] [E] With his bread and chubber as a quick tool of strange,
He slowed down the sausage, [A] and down [D] for a word [E] he did say,
Look there, big boy, there comes the barbecue,
And the one that's right [A] out of [D] that [E] rustling vault.
[G]
Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
[G]
Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the [Em] Midwest Sea!
[G]
[D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
Miles [A] [D] [E]
and miles of these duckyards were wild,
The reason this country [A] is old for [D] city style,
[E] The flood run the hole, the shipwrecked boat is in,
It's what a fuckload of [A] sardines rest on the [E]
world's sea.
[A] [D] [E] There's no longer inspiration, no longer speculation,
What food we grow, the doctors, it's no matter,
[D] [E] What a fuckload of this country, what a worker, what a morden,
What a slag of house fire, [A] what a plate [D] of the [E]
mud.
[G]
Welcome [D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
to
[Em]
[B] [Em]
[B] [Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[Bm] [B] [Em]
[B] [G]
[D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
[G]
Welcome [D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
[G]
[D] [E]
to
[Em]
[Bm] [Em]
[C#] [Em]
[Bm] [E]
the chubbler of the Midwest Sea!
[N]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ the year of our Lord, _ 1903, in the meat-packing plants [A] of the shore [D] of the sea,
[E] Stood a young man on his saddle, as though clad by his side,
He sank flying among the chubbler of the land of the wild sticks.
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] With his bread and chubber as a quick tool of strange,
He slowed down the sausage, [A] and down [D] for a word [E] he did say,
Look there, big boy, there comes the barbecue,
And the one that's right [A] out of [D] that [E] rustling vault.
_ _ _ _ _ [G]
Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
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Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the [Em] Midwest Sea!
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_ Miles [A] _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _
and miles of these duckyards were wild,
The reason this country [A] is old for [D] city style,
[E] The flood run the hole, the shipwrecked boat is in,
It's what a fuckload of [A] sardines rest on the [E]
world's sea. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ [E] There's no longer inspiration, no longer speculation,
What food we grow, the doctors, it's no matter,
[D] _ [E] What a fuckload of this country, what a worker, what a morden,
What a slag of house fire, [A] what a plate [D] of the [E]
mud.
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Welcome _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ [D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
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Welcome _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ _ _ the chubbler of the Midwest Sea! _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ the year of our Lord, _ 1903, in the meat-packing plants [A] of the shore [D] of the sea,
[E] Stood a young man on his saddle, as though clad by his side,
He sank flying among the chubbler of the land of the wild sticks.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] With his bread and chubber as a quick tool of strange,
He slowed down the sausage, [A] and down [D] for a word [E] he did say,
Look there, big boy, there comes the barbecue,
And the one that's right [A] out of [D] that [E] rustling vault.
_ _ _ _ _ [G]
Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Welcome to [D] the chubbler of the [Em] Midwest Sea!
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _
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_ Miles [A] _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _
and miles of these duckyards were wild,
The reason this country [A] is old for [D] city style,
[E] The flood run the hole, the shipwrecked boat is in,
It's what a fuckload of [A] sardines rest on the [E]
world's sea. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ [E] There's no longer inspiration, no longer speculation,
What food we grow, the doctors, it's no matter,
[D] _ [E] What a fuckload of this country, what a worker, what a morden,
What a slag of house fire, [A] what a plate [D] of the [E]
mud.
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Welcome _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ [D] the chubbler of the Midwest [E]
Sea!
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Welcome _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ _ _ the chubbler of the Midwest Sea! _ _ _
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