Chords for Fortune Bay Sons, My Bad Wife.wmv
Tempo:
135.95 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I married a wife, a charming wife, about three months ago,
woe.
Oh, she'd tell me to the devil for a glass or two of gin.
When I come home at supper time with maces by my stop,
slop.
Oh, to swell I know this old shaboom, the poker is me doom.
If your bad wife and my bad wife were in one boat together,
[Fm] Five hundred miles away from home [C] without a whore or rudder,
woe.
Oh, she'd tell me to the devil for a glass or two of gin.
When I come home at supper time with maces by my stop,
slop.
Oh, to swell I know this old shaboom, the poker is me doom.
If your bad wife and my bad wife were in one boat together,
[Fm] Five hundred miles away from home [C] without a whore or rudder,
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I married a wife, a charming wife, about three months ago,
[F] And ever since I've lived a life [C] of misery and woe.
[F] My wife, she is a charmer, [C] right off the house serene,
Oh, she'd tell me to the devil for a glass or two of gin.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
When I come home at supper time with maces by my stop,
[F] She drinks what's in the tea [C]-bottle, leaves for me the slop.
[F] And if I can't speak a word, [C] she's drummin' in the room,
Oh, to swell I know this old shaboom, the poker is me doom. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If your bad wife and my bad wife were in one boat together,
[Fm] Five hundred miles away from home [C] without a whore or rudder,
[F] Five hundred miles away from shore, [C] we'd leave them there to flow,
And lead off to God's in every bit, not to spend one pound of dough. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
So I and my loving wife, I think we'll go to bed,
[F] I stare for one half hour round, [C] I pull away my head.
[F] She comes up like the tyrant, [C] breaks open the room door,
Oh, she grabs me by the middle, dashed me naked on the floor. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
While I lay there a-screamin', three policemen broke the door,
And they all surrounded me while I lay on the floor.
[F] The neighbours, they all gathered, [C] stryin' in the strife,
If it wasn't for them, I'm sure that night [A] the snail would in [C] me lie. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If your bad wife and my bad [G] wife were in one boat [C]
together,
[F] Five hundred miles away from [C] home without a whore or rudder,
[F] Five hundred miles away from shore, [C] we'd leave them there to flow,
And lead off to God's in every bit, not to spend one pound of dough. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If your bad wife and my bad wife were in one boat together,
[F] Five hundred miles away from home [C] without a whore or rudder,
[F] Five hundred miles away from [C] shore, we'd leave them there to flow,
And lead off to God's in every bit, not to spend one pound of dough. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I married a wife, a charming wife, about three months ago,
[F] And ever since I've lived a life [C] of misery and woe.
[F] My wife, she is a charmer, [C] right off the house serene,
Oh, she'd tell me to the devil for a glass or two of gin.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
When I come home at supper time with maces by my stop,
[F] She drinks what's in the tea [C]-bottle, leaves for me the slop.
[F] And if I can't speak a word, [C] she's drummin' in the room,
Oh, to swell I know this old shaboom, the poker is me doom. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If your bad wife and my bad wife were in one boat together,
[Fm] Five hundred miles away from home [C] without a whore or rudder,
[F] Five hundred miles away from shore, [C] we'd leave them there to flow,
And lead off to God's in every bit, not to spend one pound of dough. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
So I and my loving wife, I think we'll go to bed,
[F] I stare for one half hour round, [C] I pull away my head.
[F] She comes up like the tyrant, [C] breaks open the room door,
Oh, she grabs me by the middle, dashed me naked on the floor. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
While I lay there a-screamin', three policemen broke the door,
And they all surrounded me while I lay on the floor.
[F] The neighbours, they all gathered, [C] stryin' in the strife,
If it wasn't for them, I'm sure that night [A] the snail would in [C] me lie. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If your bad wife and my bad [G] wife were in one boat [C]
together,
[F] Five hundred miles away from [C] home without a whore or rudder,
[F] Five hundred miles away from shore, [C] we'd leave them there to flow,
And lead off to God's in every bit, not to spend one pound of dough. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If your bad wife and my bad wife were in one boat together,
[F] Five hundred miles away from home [C] without a whore or rudder,
[F] Five hundred miles away from [C] shore, we'd leave them there to flow,
And lead off to God's in every bit, not to spend one pound of dough. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
