Chords for Flogging Molly Tobacco Island
Tempo:
148.1 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
G
C
F
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm]
[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's where [G] the sugar came.
No Taliban, the god we once [Bb] believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped [Dm] the land we used to sleep in.
Now [D] tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island.
[G] [Cm] [F]
[Bb]
[G] [C] [Bb]
[G] 1659, we're cutting out for sure, [Bb] big flags from our homeland,
the musket and their gun, [G] trouble and Israel has, watered all we knew.
Shield posts of freedom, we're near the [F] stolen goods,
back is the horizon, blackened from the sun,
[A] this fucking cage of bridge now, [C] is where I nailed all [Bb] of.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [F] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [F] feckle island.
Red, [Bb]
[G] [C] [Bb]
[G] black, gale and pain, blistered heart and soul,
[Bb] the fuck is there of plenty, but the reasons there are [G] none.
Our backbone, our landlords, we're branded in their name.
[Bb] They grow into trends, cheap labor [F] never bites,
the silver moon is shining, kills a couple of blood,
[Am] where the living meet the dead, [C] and together dance as one.
[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Eb] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Gm] feckle island.
[Eb] Agony, [Gm] will you cleanse this [C] misery?
[Bb]
[Gm] For it's never again, [Eb] no ill-free,
the [F] air of home.
[Gm] From the sandy [Eb] edge, a [Gm] rolling sea breaks [C] my revenge.
[Gm] Each whisper, a [Eb] thousand waves, I [F] hear all.
[Bb] I'm coming [Dm]
[Bb]
[Dm]
[C] [G]
[Bb]
[G] home.
[Bb]
[F] Black is the horizon, blackened by the sunlit,
[Am] the rotten cage of rich hell [C] is where I now belong.
[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our [G] bait, that's where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
[C] that haunts that [Gm] feckle island.
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[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's where [G] the sugar came.
No Taliban, the god we once [Bb] believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped [Dm] the land we used to sleep in.
Now [D] tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island.
[G] [Cm] [F]
[Bb]
[G] [C] [Bb]
[G] 1659, we're cutting out for sure, [Bb] big flags from our homeland,
the musket and their gun, [G] trouble and Israel has, watered all we knew.
Shield posts of freedom, we're near the [F] stolen goods,
back is the horizon, blackened from the sun,
[A] this fucking cage of bridge now, [C] is where I nailed all [Bb] of.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [F] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [F] feckle island.
Red, [Bb]
[G] [C] [Bb]
[G] black, gale and pain, blistered heart and soul,
[Bb] the fuck is there of plenty, but the reasons there are [G] none.
Our backbone, our landlords, we're branded in their name.
[Bb] They grow into trends, cheap labor [F] never bites,
the silver moon is shining, kills a couple of blood,
[Am] where the living meet the dead, [C] and together dance as one.
[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Eb] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Gm] feckle island.
[Eb] Agony, [Gm] will you cleanse this [C] misery?
[Bb]
[Gm] For it's never again, [Eb] no ill-free,
the [F] air of home.
[Gm] From the sandy [Eb] edge, a [Gm] rolling sea breaks [C] my revenge.
[Gm] Each whisper, a [Eb] thousand waves, I [F] hear all.
[Bb] I'm coming [Dm]
[Bb]
[Dm]
[C] [G]
[Bb]
[G] home.
[Bb]
[F] Black is the horizon, blackened by the sunlit,
[Am] the rotten cage of rich hell [C] is where I now belong.
[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our [G] bait, that's where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
[C] that haunts that [Gm] feckle island.
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[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's where [G] the sugar came.
No Taliban, the god we once [Bb] believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped [Dm] the land we used to sleep in.
Now [D] tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [F] _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [G] _ 1659, we're cutting out for sure, [Bb] big flags from our homeland,
the musket and their gun, [G] trouble and Israel has, watered all we knew.
Shield posts of freedom, we're near the [F] stolen goods,
back is the horizon, blackened from the sun,
[A] this fucking cage of bridge now, [C] is where I nailed all [Bb] of.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [F] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [F] feckle island.
Red, _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [G] _ black, gale and pain, blistered heart and soul,
[Bb] the fuck is there of plenty, but the reasons there are [G] none.
Our backbone, our landlords, we're branded in their name.
[Bb] They grow into trends, cheap labor [F] never bites,
the silver moon is shining, kills a couple of blood,
[Am] where the living meet the dead, [C] and together dance as one.
[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Eb] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Gm] feckle island.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Agony, _ [Gm] will you cleanse this [C] misery?
[Bb] _
[Gm] For it's never again, [Eb] no ill-free,
the [F] air of home. _ _ _ _
[Gm] From the _ sandy [Eb] _ edge, a [Gm] rolling sea breaks [C] my _ revenge.
[Gm] Each whisper, a [Eb] thousand waves, I [F] hear all.
_ _ [Bb] I'm coming [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
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_ [G] _ home. _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] Black is the horizon, blackened by the sunlit,
[Am] the rotten cage of rich hell [C] is where I now belong.
_ _ _ [Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our [G] bait, that's where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
[C] that haunts that [Gm] feckle island. _
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[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's where [G] the sugar came.
No Taliban, the god we once [Bb] believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped [Dm] the land we used to sleep in.
Now [D] tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [F] _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [G] _ 1659, we're cutting out for sure, [Bb] big flags from our homeland,
the musket and their gun, [G] trouble and Israel has, watered all we knew.
Shield posts of freedom, we're near the [F] stolen goods,
back is the horizon, blackened from the sun,
[A] this fucking cage of bridge now, [C] is where I nailed all [Bb] of.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [F] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [F] feckle island.
Red, _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [G] _ black, gale and pain, blistered heart and soul,
[Bb] the fuck is there of plenty, but the reasons there are [G] none.
Our backbone, our landlords, we're branded in their name.
[Bb] They grow into trends, cheap labor [F] never bites,
the silver moon is shining, kills a couple of blood,
[Am] where the living meet the dead, [C] and together dance as one.
[Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Eb] once believed in, [Bb] the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Gm] feckle island.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Agony, _ [Gm] will you cleanse this [C] misery?
[Bb] _
[Gm] For it's never again, [Eb] no ill-free,
the [F] air of home. _ _ _ _
[Gm] From the _ sandy [Eb] _ edge, a [Gm] rolling sea breaks [C] my _ revenge.
[Gm] Each whisper, a [Eb] thousand waves, I [F] hear all.
_ _ [Bb] I'm coming [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ home. _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] Black is the horizon, blackened by the sunlit,
[Am] the rotten cage of rich hell [C] is where I now belong.
_ _ _ [Bb] At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our [G] bait, that's where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly [C] climes,
that haunts that [Bb] feckle island.
At the hell we must sail for the shore sweep our bait, that's [G] where the sugar came.
No Taliban, [Cm] the god we [Bb] once believed in, the butcher and his crown,
raped the land we used to sleep in.
[G] Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly climes,
[C] that haunts that [Gm] feckle island. _
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