Chords for It's Sister Jenny's Turn to Throw the Bomb 01 - It's Sister Jenny's Turn to Throw the Bomb
Tempo:
148.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In an anarchistic garret, [C] so dingy and so mean,
[G] Smell the pungent odor of [D] nitroglycerine.
[G] From the piles of pipe and powder [C] and pamphlets to the sky,
It's the dust [G] and dirty laundry you can hear this mournful cry.
Oh, it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother [A] Tom.
Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know [Am] Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball.
There are knives and guns and daggers [C] scattered on the front room floor,
[G] Look behind the sofa, you'll find two [D] dozen more.
[G] But Cousin Max in prison, and [C] Grandpa is long dead,
[A] And Uncle Jim has left us to become a [G] frisco red.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother Tom.
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the cops, [Am] they all know Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball.
In the hall, you'll find the baby [C] teething on some dynamite,
[G] Try and get it from her, and you'll find [D] you're in a fight.
[G] But she's too young to do it, [C] and Mama's baking bread,
[A] And Uncle Jake is tripping, and he's flipping out [G] his head.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother [D] Tom.
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the [C] cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball.
[C] [G]
[D]
[G] [C]
[D]
[G]
There's a sabot heavy kitten sitting burnt by the door,
And lying in the bed there's a smiling [D] saboteur.
But [G] her catch's no good at bombing, [C] and none of us is sure,
[D] That that smiling sleeping freak is not a big provocateur.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother Tom.
Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball.
[A] [G]
[G] Smell the pungent odor of [D] nitroglycerine.
[G] From the piles of pipe and powder [C] and pamphlets to the sky,
It's the dust [G] and dirty laundry you can hear this mournful cry.
Oh, it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother [A] Tom.
Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know [Am] Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball.
There are knives and guns and daggers [C] scattered on the front room floor,
[G] Look behind the sofa, you'll find two [D] dozen more.
[G] But Cousin Max in prison, and [C] Grandpa is long dead,
[A] And Uncle Jim has left us to become a [G] frisco red.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother Tom.
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the cops, [Am] they all know Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball.
In the hall, you'll find the baby [C] teething on some dynamite,
[G] Try and get it from her, and you'll find [D] you're in a fight.
[G] But she's too young to do it, [C] and Mama's baking bread,
[A] And Uncle Jake is tripping, and he's flipping out [G] his head.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother [D] Tom.
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the [C] cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball.
[C] [G]
[D]
[G] [C]
[D]
[G]
There's a sabot heavy kitten sitting burnt by the door,
And lying in the bed there's a smiling [D] saboteur.
But [G] her catch's no good at bombing, [C] and none of us is sure,
[D] That that smiling sleeping freak is not a big provocateur.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
God knows what's become of Brother Tom.
Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball.
[A] [G]
Key:
G
C
D
A
Am
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In an anarchistic garret, [C] so dingy and so mean,
[G] Smell the pungent odor of _ [D] nitroglycerine.
_ [G] From the piles of pipe and powder [C] and pamphlets to the sky,
It's the dust [G] and dirty laundry you can hear this mournful cry.
_ Oh, it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
_ _ _ God knows what's become of Brother [A] _ Tom.
_ Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know [Am] Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball. _ _ _ _ _
There are knives and guns and daggers [C] scattered on the front room floor,
[G] Look behind the sofa, you'll find two [D] dozen more.
_ [G] But Cousin Max in prison, and [C] Grandpa is long dead,
[A] And Uncle Jim has left us to become a [G] frisco red.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
_ _ God knows what's become of Brother _ Tom.
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the cops, [Am] they all know Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball. _ _ _ _ _ _
In the hall, you'll find the baby [C] teething on some dynamite,
_ [G] Try and get it from her, and you'll find [D] you're in a fight.
_ [G] But she's too young to do it, [C] and Mama's baking bread,
[A] And Uncle Jake is tripping, and he's flipping out [G] his head.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
_ God knows what's become of Brother [D] Tom. _ _
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the [C] cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There's a sabot heavy kitten sitting burnt by the door,
And lying in the bed there's a smiling [D] saboteur.
_ But [G] her catch's no good at bombing, [C] and none of us is sure,
[D] That that smiling sleeping freak is not a big provocateur.
_ So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball, _ _
God knows what's become of Brother _ _ Tom.
Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ In an anarchistic garret, [C] so dingy and so mean,
[G] Smell the pungent odor of _ [D] nitroglycerine.
_ [G] From the piles of pipe and powder [C] and pamphlets to the sky,
It's the dust [G] and dirty laundry you can hear this mournful cry.
_ Oh, it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
_ _ _ God knows what's become of Brother [A] _ Tom.
_ Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know [Am] Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball. _ _ _ _ _
There are knives and guns and daggers [C] scattered on the front room floor,
[G] Look behind the sofa, you'll find two [D] dozen more.
_ [G] But Cousin Max in prison, and [C] Grandpa is long dead,
[A] And Uncle Jim has left us to become a [G] frisco red.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
_ _ God knows what's become of Brother _ Tom.
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the cops, [Am] they all know Dad,
So it's [G] Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball. _ _ _ _ _ _
In the hall, you'll find the baby [C] teething on some dynamite,
_ [G] Try and get it from her, and you'll find [D] you're in a fight.
_ [G] But she's too young to do it, [C] and Mama's baking bread,
[A] And Uncle Jake is tripping, and he's flipping out [G] his head.
So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball,
_ God knows what's become of Brother [D] Tom. _ _
[G] Mama's aim is bad, and the [C] cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There's a sabot heavy kitten sitting burnt by the door,
And lying in the bed there's a smiling [D] saboteur.
_ But [G] her catch's no good at bombing, [C] and none of us is sure,
[D] That that smiling sleeping freak is not a big provocateur.
_ So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw the ball, _ _
God knows what's become of Brother _ _ Tom.
Mama's aim is bad, [C] and the cops, they all know Dad,
[A] So it's Sister Jenny's turn to throw [G] the ball.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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