Chords for Mandalay

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146.85 bpm
Chords used:

C

F

G

Em

Dm

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Mandalay chords
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[C] [D] [C]
[F]
[C] [F] [C]
[F]
[C]
[Dm] By [C] the old [Dm] Mulmaine [C] pagoda, looking lazy at [Fm] the sea,
[C]
[F] There's a Burma girl a [C]-setting, and I know she thinks [G] of me.
[C] For the wind is in the palm trees, and the temple bells [F] they say,
Come ye back, ye British [C] soldier, come [G] ye back to [C] Mandalay.
[G] Come [C] ye back to [G] [C] Mandalay, where the old flotilla [F] lie,
[Em]
[F] Can't you hear them paddles [C] chunking from Rangoon to [G] Mandalay?
On the [C] road [G] to [C] Mandalay, where the flying [F] fishes play,
And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, [G] out to join across the [C] [F] bay.
[C] [Gm] [C]
Her [G] [C] petticoat was yellow, and her little cap [F] was green,
And her name was Soupy, [C] or that just the same as [G] Thievald's Queen.
And [C] I see the [G] first [C] smoking of a whacking white [F] charroot,
And a wasting Christian [C] kisses on an [G] heathen [C] idol's foot.
Bloomin' idol made of mud, wouldn't they call me the Great [F] Gone Bad?
[Em]
[F] Plucky lot, she cared for [C] idols [F] when I [C] kissed her where [G] she stood.
On [C] the road to [G] [C] Mandalay, [Dm]
[C] where the flying fishes [F] play,
[Em] And [F] the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out [G] to join across [C] the bay.
[F]
[C] [G] [C] When the mist was on the rice fields, and the sun was drooping [F] low,
She'd get a little [C] banjo, and she'd sing [G] Koolalolo.
[C] With her arm [G] upon [C] me shoulder, and her cheek again [F] me cheek,
We used to watch the [C] steamers and [G] the hathies [C] oil in peak.
[G]
[C] Elephants [G] a [C]-piling teak, in that sludgy, [F] sludgy creek,
[Em] Where [F] the silence hung so [C] heavy, you [F] was [C] half afraid [G] to speak.
On [C] the road to [G] [C] Mandalay, where the flying fishes [F] play,
And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out to join [G] across [C] the [F] bay.
[C] [G] [C]
But that's [G] all shoved [C] behind me, long ago and far [F] away,
And there ain't no buses running from [C] the bank to [G] Mandalay.
And [C] I'm learning here in London, what the ten-year [F] soldier tells.
[C#] [F] If you've heard me Easter [C] calling, you [G] won't never [C] eat naught else.
No, you won't eat nothing else but them spicy [F] garlic smells.
[C] And [F] the sunshine and the [C] palm trees, and [F] the [C] tinkly temple [G] bells.
On [C] the road [G] to [C] Mandalay, [F] where [C] the flying [F] fishes play,
[Em] [F] And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out to [G]
join across the [C] [F] bay.
[C]
[G] [C] I'm sick, a-wasting leather on these gritty [F] paving stones,
And the blasted English [C] drizzle wakes the fever in [G] me bones.
[C] Though I walks with [G] fifty [C] housemaids and a Chelsea to [F] the strand,
And they talks a lot of [C]
loving, but [G] what do they [C]
understand?
Beefy-faced and [G] grubby [C]
-handed, Lord, what do they [F] understand?
I'm a neater, sweeter [C] maiden in a cleaner, [G] greener land.
On the [C] road to [G] [C] Mandalay, where the flying fishes [F] play,
[Em] [F] And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out [G] to join across [C] the [F] bay.
[C] [G] [C]
Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the mess is like the [F] worst,
Where there ain't no ten [C] commandments, [F] and [C] a man can [G] raise a thirst.
[C] For the temple [G] [C] bells are calling, and it's there that I [F] would be,
By the old Mulmaine [C] pagoda, looking [G] lazy and [C] the sea.
On the road to Mandalay, where the old flotilla [Fm] lay,
[C] With [F] our sick beneath [C] the awnings when we went to [G] Mandalay.
On [C] the road to Mandalay, where the flying fishes [Fm] play,
[C] And [F] the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out to join [G] across the bay.
[C]
Key:  
C
3211
F
134211111
G
2131
Em
121
Dm
2311
C
3211
F
134211111
G
2131
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] By [C] the old [Dm] Mulmaine [C] _ pagoda, looking lazy at [Fm] the sea,
_ [C]
[F] There's a Burma girl a [C]-setting, and I know she thinks [G] of me.
[C] For the wind is in the palm trees, and the temple bells [F] they say,
Come ye back, ye British [C] soldier, come [G] ye back to [C] Mandalay.
_ [G] Come [C] ye back to [G] _ [C] _ Mandalay, where the old flotilla [F] lie,
_ [Em]
[F] Can't you hear them paddles [C] chunking from _ Rangoon to _ [G] Mandalay? _
On the [C] road [G] to _ [C] Mandalay, where the flying [F] fishes play,
And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, [G] out to join across the [C] [F] bay. _
[C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ Her [G] [C] petticoat was yellow, _ and her little cap [F] was green,
And her name was Soupy, [C] or that just the same as [G] Thievald's Queen.
And [C] I see the [G] first [C] smoking of a whacking white [F] charroot,
And a wasting Christian [C] kisses on an [G] heathen [C] idol's foot. _
Bloomin' idol made of mud, _ wouldn't they call me the Great [F] Gone Bad?
_ [Em]
[F] Plucky lot, she cared for [C] idols [F] when I [C] kissed her where [G] she stood.
On [C] the road to [G] [C] Mandalay, _ _ [Dm]
[C] where the flying fishes [F] play,
[Em] And [F] the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out [G] to join across [C] the bay.
[F] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ When the mist was on the rice fields, and the sun was drooping [F] low, _
She'd get a little [C] banjo, and she'd sing _ [G] Koolalolo. _ _
[C] With her arm [G] upon [C] me shoulder, _ and her cheek again [F] me cheek, _
We used to watch the [C] steamers and [G] the hathies [C] oil in peak.
_ [G] _
[C] Elephants [G] a [C]-piling teak, in that sludgy, [F] sludgy creek,
[Em] Where [F] the silence hung so [C] heavy, you [F] was [C] half afraid [G] to speak.
On [C] the road to [G] _ [C] Mandalay, _ where the flying fishes [F] play, _
And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out to join [G] across [C] the [F] bay. _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
But that's [G] all shoved [C] behind me, long ago and far [F] away,
And there ain't no buses running from [C] the bank to [G] Mandalay.
_ And [C] I'm learning here in London, what the ten-year [F] soldier tells.
[C#] [F] If you've heard me Easter [C] calling, you [G] won't never [C] eat naught else.
No, you won't eat nothing else but them spicy _ [F] garlic smells.
[C] And [F] the sunshine and the [C] palm trees, and [F] the [C] tinkly temple [G] bells.
On [C] the road [G] to _ [C] Mandalay, [F] where [C] the flying [F] fishes play,
[Em] [F] And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out to [G]
join across the [C] [F] bay.
_ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ I'm sick, a-wasting leather on these gritty _ [F] paving stones,
And the blasted English [C] drizzle wakes the fever in [G] me bones.
[C] Though I walks with [G] fifty [C] _ housemaids and a Chelsea to [F] the strand,
And they talks a lot of [C]
loving, but [G] what do they [C] _
understand?
Beefy-faced and [G] grubby [C] _
-handed, Lord, what do they _ [F] understand?
I'm a neater, sweeter [C] maiden in a cleaner, [G] greener land.
On the [C] road to [G] _ _ [C] Mandalay, where the flying fishes [F] _ play,
[Em] [F] And the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out [G] to join across [C] the [F] bay.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the mess is like the [F] worst,
Where there ain't no ten _ [C] commandments, [F] and [C] a man can [G] raise a thirst.
[C] For the temple [G] [C] bells are calling, and it's there that I [F] would be,
By the old Mulmaine [C] pagoda, looking _ [G] lazy and [C] the sea.
On the road to _ Mandalay, where the old flotilla [Fm] lay,
[C] With [F] our sick beneath [C] the awnings when we went to _ [G] Mandalay.
On [C] the road to _ Mandalay, where the flying fishes [Fm] play,
[C] And [F] the dawn comes up like [C] thunder, out to join _ [G] across the bay.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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