Chords for Georga - Balladen om Ernst Georg Johansson från Uddevalla (musikvideo + text)

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We came from the blue Atlantic, [D] from [E] the [A] majesty of the sea
[F#m] Met [B] the yellow [E] stream, that flows out of [B] the river [Bm] plate
[A] Behind the scrub and moss, [D] on the [E] flood's southern [A] shore
[F#m] There was the [B] boat and [E] the sail, where we [B] now went [E] ashore
Oh, I can't forget the city, [A] that lies there in the village
[E] It smells of corn and oats, and frond [Bm] to marsh perfume
Like [A] the [D] cramping wind [A] mixed [D] with the rust [E] of the fever [F#m] train
[E] The kayaks [A] are loaded with [E] stones from the spring [A] [D] sledge
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We had to drink, [D] smoke, [E] play [A] cards, [F#m] and [B] also play [E] cards
On this [B] distant [D] place, [E] and [A] in my memory I still hear
[D] How the [E] cards [A] hit the floor, [F#m] and fell [B] between [E] the table
Where dark [B] girls [E] walked, and the boat was completely close to the [F#m] shore
[A] And the farmer Ulf Ramal, [E] I met there an hour ago
Who after [Bm] the sailing [C#m] was, [B]
[A] he fought [D] like [A] a stout knight
[D] On the [E] city's [F#m] hippodrome, [E] he was a [A] Uddevallar, [E] Ernst J.
[A] Johansson _ _ _
_ _ _ There lay a shot rifle [D] in the left [E] [A] outside
[F#m] And the farmer [B] was [E] a murderer, and the ship was empty
_ [B] [A] But everything was so cheap here, [D] and [E] everything was [A] so few
[F#m] From [B] Argentine [E] men, to real [B] [E] Frenchmen
And through the door, [A] which was always open
The girls [E] came from far away, _ of dark [B] and mixed [E] blood
[A] I saw the gallery window, [D] and the southern [E] cross [F#m] burned
[E] And hour [A] after hour, [E] on this [C#m]
[A] barren land
But _ _ _ _ _ Johansson was accused, [D] money [E] and net [A] and end
[F#m] I said, [B] I became, [E] _ in the father [B] and the [E] father's end
[G#] The [A] father learned to ride, [D] in his [E] young [A] days
[F#m] And now [B] with [E] Georg Johansson, and the father's god I go
We ride from the table, [A] on the farm Ulf Ramal
[E] And drink the last drop, of the wine [Bm] we have [E] left
[Bm] [A] Then we smashed the glass, [D] against the [E] bar's [F#m] steel floor
[E] And left [A] the bar, when [E] the clock [A] struck twelve _
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There went our lonesome horse, [D] to [E] the city's [A] western border
[F#m] And where [B] we [E] already backed, you know [B] how [E] it [Bm] feels
I [A] stood [D] in all [A] the mail, [D] wherever [E] the [A] journey went
[F#m] And there [B] on the fifth [E] day, as a [B] cowboy's job [E] we got
A woman, who is useful, [A] to many a man
[E] She often frets the young man, far more [Bm] than a [E] dozen
[A] Every village's chamber, young lady, [D] she asked [E] me to [F#m] go
In [E] the room, [A] where she lived, [E] and played the [A] violin
_ Everything _ _ _ _ was so innocent, [D] it was [E] a nice [A] evening
[F#m] But [B] the day after, [E] I was [B] challenged to [E] a duel
_ [A] Gonçalves, a man, [D] who wanted [E] to see [A] my blood
[F#m] And with [B] his dagger [E] in his hand, he thrust it against me
Then I got a scratch, [A] on my right hand
Which [D] still, [E] when I'm fighting, is a [Bm] little [E] bruised
[G#] [A] My friend ran in between, [D] and called [E] for [F#m] attention
[E] And the knife, [A] in my heart, [E] I got from Georg [A] Johansson _ _ _ _
_ _ Now everyone else fled, [D] from the [E] line in [A] Galop
[F#m] And [B] I sat alone, [E] in my friend's fallen body
[A] Do you have a message, [D] to [E] Sweden, [A] to your home?
[F#m] No, [B] [E] he replied, worried, _ but took my best autumn
[A] Do you have the money I have, [E] to leave this hell?
No, [Bm] I'm not with you, [E] _ [A] and [D] I'm riding in [A] a Cyrus
[D] It takes [E] you [F#m] four days, [E] to drink a glass
[A] At Johansson, [E] at the bar, and [A] Ultraman
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