Chords for Sailor's Prayer by Johnny Collins
Tempo:
110.65 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing, but I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner be a-whaling.
Lord above, send down a dove [Eb] With beak as sharp as [Bb]
razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What [N] sells bad beer to sailors.
me score and then ashore, Me money soon was flying, With duty lay upon me knee, And in my ear a-lying.
O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razor's, To calm [Bb] the throats of them dead blokes What [Gm] sells bad beer to sailors.
With me new-found friends, [N] me money spends Just as fast as winking, But when I make to clear the slate, The landlord says, keep drinking.
Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
gone and clothes in pawn, And duty set for a-leaving, Six months of pay's gone in three days, But duty isn't grieving.
Lord above, send down a dove [Eb] With beak as sharp as [Bb]
razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What [N] sells bad beer to sailors.
me score and then ashore, Me money soon was flying, With duty lay upon me knee, And in my ear a-lying.
O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razor's, To calm [Bb] the throats of them dead blokes What [Gm] sells bad beer to sailors.
With me new-found friends, [N] me money spends Just as fast as winking, But when I make to clear the slate, The landlord says, keep drinking.
Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
gone and clothes in pawn, And duty set for a-leaving, Six months of pay's gone in three days, But duty isn't grieving.
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_ This dirty town has been my home since last time I was sailing, _ but I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner be a-whaling.
_ _ O Lord above, send down a dove [Eb] With beak as sharp as [Bb] _
razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What [N] sells bad beer to sailors.
_ _ Paid off me score and then ashore, Me money soon was flying, With duty lay upon me knee, And in my ear a-lying.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm [Bb] the throats of them dead blokes What [Gm] sells bad beer to sailors.
_ With me new-found friends, [N] me money spends Just as fast as winking, But when I make to clear the slate, The landlord _ says, keep drinking.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn, And duty set for a-leaving, _ Six months of pay's gone in three days, But duty _ _ isn't grieving.
_ O _ Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
_ When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound, And his hand I'll be shaking, _ Tomorrow morn sail for the horn, Just as the dawn is breaking.
_ _ O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
_ Yes, for one last trip from port I'll ship, But next time back I'm swearing, _ I'll settle down in my hometown, No more I'll go _ seafaring. _
_ O Lord above, send down [Eb] a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, [N] To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
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_ _ O Lord above, send down a dove [Eb] With beak as sharp as [Bb] _
razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What [N] sells bad beer to sailors.
_ _ Paid off me score and then ashore, Me money soon was flying, With duty lay upon me knee, And in my ear a-lying.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm [Bb] the throats of them dead blokes What [Gm] sells bad beer to sailors.
_ With me new-found friends, [N] me money spends Just as fast as winking, But when I make to clear the slate, The landlord _ says, keep drinking.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
With me pay off gone and clothes in pawn, And duty set for a-leaving, _ Six months of pay's gone in three days, But duty _ _ isn't grieving.
_ O _ Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
_ When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound, And his hand I'll be shaking, _ Tomorrow morn sail for the horn, Just as the dawn is breaking.
_ _ O Lord above, send down a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
_ Yes, for one last trip from port I'll ship, But next time back I'm swearing, _ I'll settle down in my hometown, No more I'll go _ seafaring. _
_ O Lord above, send down [Eb] a dove With beak as sharp as _ razor's, [N] To calm the throats of them dead blokes What sells bad beer to sailors.
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