Chords for Fortune Bay Sons, My Bad Wife.wmv
Tempo:
135.95 bpm
Chords used:
C
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A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
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.
[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.
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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. _ _ _ _ _ _ _