Jim Jones at Botany Bay - Jennifer Jason Leigh (The Hateful Eight Soundtrack) Chords

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Listen for a moment [Ab] lads and hear [Ebm] me tell my tale.
[B] How o'er the [Gb] sea from England [Abm] shore I was [Ebm] condemned to sail.
[B] The jury [Gb] found me guilty sir [Abm] and said [Ebm] the judge said he.
_ _ _ [Abm] For [Ebm] life Jim Jones I sentence [Abm] you across the [Ebm] storm. _ _ _ _
_ [Gb] Take my tip before the ship [Abm] to join [Ebm] the young gang.
_ [B] Don't be too [Gb] gay Barney [Abm] Bay or else [Ebm] you'll surely _ hang.
_ [B] Or else you'll [Ebm] surely [Gb] hang says [Abm] he and after [Ebm] that Jim _ Jones.
High up [Ab] high [Ebm] up upon the _ [Abm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _
gallows tree [Abm] the crow will [Ebm] pick you up. _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ Have no chance of Christmas [Abm] there remember [Ebm] what I say.
[B] Let's all go [Gb] potion out of view [Abm] out there in [Ebm] Barney Bay.
_ [B] Waves were [Gb] high upon the sea [Abm] the wind [Ebm] approaching bare.
_ _ [Abm] I'd [Ebm] rather drown in misery [Abm] than come to [Ebm] this square. _ _ _
_ [Gb] The waves were high upon the sea [Abm] when the [Ebm] pirates came along.
[B] But the soldiers [Gb] on the convict ship [Abm] were full [Ebm] five hundred strong.
[B] They opened [Gb] fire and somehow [Abm] drove that [Ebm] pirate ship away.
_ _ _ [Abm] I'd [Ebm] rather join that [Abm] pirate ship than come to [Ebm] Barney Bay. _ _
_ [Gb] And once I'm back and everything [Abm] is quiet [Ebm] in my town.
_ _ [B] I'll kill you [Gb] bastards one and all [Abm] I'll gun the [Ebm] flothers down.
[B] Give them [Gb] all a little shock [Abm] remember [Ebm]
what I say.
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Yet [Ebm] regret they sent Jim [Abm] Jones in chains [Ebm] to Barney Bay. _ _
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_ _ That's the one you like to sing in a stagecoach, huh?
Yeah.
[D] It's kind of pretty. _ _
Got another verse to it?
Yeah, I got. _
_ _ _ _ Well, go ahead.
Sing it. _ _
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Whatever you say, Jones.
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_ [Bm] _ [Gb] Now day and night the irons clang [Abm] and like poor [Ebm] Golly sleeps.
_ [B] Toil and [Gb] toil and when we die [Abm] must fill this [Ebm] honored grace.
[B] By and [Gb] by I'll break my chains [Abm] into the [Ebm] bush I'll go. _ _ _
[Abm] And you'll be [Ebm] dead behind me, Jones, [Abm] when I get to [Ebm] Mexico. _ _
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_ _ _ Give me that guitar.
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_ Music time's over!
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