Chords for Sons of Maxwell - Barrett's Privateers - Sailor's Story
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Well, the year was 1778, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
When a letter of Mark came from the end of the scummiest vessel I've ever seen, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, well, said Barrett by the town, [Fm] how I wish I wasn't [Ab] sure of now.
[N] For twenty-three men, all the fishermen who'd make for him, the antelopes crew, god [F] damn them [Gb] all.
I was poving through the seas for American [Bb] gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm a [F] broken man on a [Ebm] Halifax pier, [N] the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slope was a sickening sight, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Trina Larvert, Lestander, sailed in rags, and a cook in his copper tooth, daggers and jags, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm [Bb] a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On a kink birthday we [A] met the sea, how [N] I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We're ninety-one days to Montego [Bb] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas [Gb] for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day [Dm] we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't [Abm] sure of now.
[A] When a bloody great Yankee holed in sight, with [N] a crack for a potter's wheel, made to fight, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, [A] no guns, and [Gb] no deers.
I'm a [N] broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The Yankee lay low down with gold, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
His rod and fat and loose in state, with a cartridge of the envelope, two whole days, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Well, her length we stood two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Her crack for a pounders made an awful [F] dip, oh, one flat ball the Yank stole, but same, god damn them all.
I [N] was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
[Ebm] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of [F] Barrett's privateers.
Well, the envelope shook and bent on her side, how I wish I wasn't [Eb] sure of now.
Paul Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and [N] the main truck carried off, both me legs, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no [N] deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
So here I lay my twenty-third year, I wish I wasn't [G] sure of now.
It's been six [A] years since we sailed away, the just-paid [Fm] Halifax [F] yesterday, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and [A] no [N] deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax [C] pier, [F]
the last [Fm] of Barrett's [G] [Ab] [C]
privateers.
[N]
When a letter of Mark came from the end of the scummiest vessel I've ever seen, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, well, said Barrett by the town, [Fm] how I wish I wasn't [Ab] sure of now.
[N] For twenty-three men, all the fishermen who'd make for him, the antelopes crew, god [F] damn them [Gb] all.
I was poving through the seas for American [Bb] gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm a [F] broken man on a [Ebm] Halifax pier, [N] the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slope was a sickening sight, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Trina Larvert, Lestander, sailed in rags, and a cook in his copper tooth, daggers and jags, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm [Bb] a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On a kink birthday we [A] met the sea, how [N] I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We're ninety-one days to Montego [Bb] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas [Gb] for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day [Dm] we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't [Abm] sure of now.
[A] When a bloody great Yankee holed in sight, with [N] a crack for a potter's wheel, made to fight, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, [A] no guns, and [Gb] no deers.
I'm a [N] broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The Yankee lay low down with gold, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
His rod and fat and loose in state, with a cartridge of the envelope, two whole days, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Well, her length we stood two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Her crack for a pounders made an awful [F] dip, oh, one flat ball the Yank stole, but same, god damn them all.
I [N] was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
[Ebm] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of [F] Barrett's privateers.
Well, the envelope shook and bent on her side, how I wish I wasn't [Eb] sure of now.
Paul Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and [N] the main truck carried off, both me legs, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no [N] deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
So here I lay my twenty-third year, I wish I wasn't [G] sure of now.
It's been six [A] years since we sailed away, the just-paid [Fm] Halifax [F] yesterday, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and [A] no [N] deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax [C] pier, [F]
the last [Fm] of Barrett's [G] [Ab] [C]
privateers.
[N]
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_ Well, the year was 1778, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ When a letter of Mark came from the end of the scummiest vessel I've ever seen, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
_ Oh, well, said Barrett by the town, [Fm] how I wish I wasn't [Ab] sure of now.
_ [N] For twenty-three men, all the fishermen who'd make for him, the antelopes crew, god [F] damn them [Gb] all.
I was poving through the seas for American [Bb] gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ deers.
I'm a [F] broken man on a [Ebm] Halifax pier, [N] the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ _ The antelope slope was a sickening sight, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ _ Trina Larvert, Lestander, sailed in rags, and a cook in his copper tooth, daggers and jags, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm [Bb] a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ On a kink birthday we [A] met the sea, how [N] I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ _ We're ninety-one days to Montego [Bb] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas [Gb] for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ _ deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ On the ninety-sixth day [Dm] we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't [Abm] sure of now.
_ [A] When a bloody great Yankee holed in sight, with [N] a crack for a potter's wheel, made to fight, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, [A] no guns, and [Gb] no _ deers.
I'm a [N] broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ The Yankee lay low down with gold, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ His rod and fat and loose in state, with a cartridge of the envelope, two whole days, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
_ Well, her length we stood two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ Her crack for a pounders made an awful [F] dip, oh, one flat ball the Yank stole, but same, god damn them all.
I [N] was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ _ deers.
[Ebm] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of [F] Barrett's _ privateers.
Well, the envelope shook and bent on her side, how I wish I wasn't [Eb] sure of now.
_ Paul Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and [N] the main truck carried off, both me legs, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no [N] _ _ deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
So here I lay my twenty-third year, I wish I wasn't [G] sure of now.
_ It's been six [A] years since we sailed away, the just-paid [Fm] Halifax [F] yesterday, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and [A] no _ _ [N] deers.
_ _ _ _ _ I'm a broken man on a Halifax [C] pier, _ _ _ [F] _
the _ last [Fm] of _ Barrett's [G] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [C] _
privateers.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ When a letter of Mark came from the end of the scummiest vessel I've ever seen, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
_ Oh, well, said Barrett by the town, [Fm] how I wish I wasn't [Ab] sure of now.
_ [N] For twenty-three men, all the fishermen who'd make for him, the antelopes crew, god [F] damn them [Gb] all.
I was poving through the seas for American [Bb] gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ deers.
I'm a [F] broken man on a [Ebm] Halifax pier, [N] the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ _ The antelope slope was a sickening sight, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ _ Trina Larvert, Lestander, sailed in rags, and a cook in his copper tooth, daggers and jags, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no deers.
I'm [Bb] a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ On a kink birthday we [A] met the sea, how [N] I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ _ We're ninety-one days to Montego [Bb] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas [Gb] for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ _ deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ On the ninety-sixth day [Dm] we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't [Abm] sure of now.
_ [A] When a bloody great Yankee holed in sight, with [N] a crack for a potter's wheel, made to fight, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, [A] no guns, and [Gb] no _ deers.
I'm a [N] broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ The Yankee lay low down with gold, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ His rod and fat and loose in state, with a cartridge of the envelope, two whole days, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ deers.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
_ Well, her length we stood two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
_ Her crack for a pounders made an awful [F] dip, oh, one flat ball the Yank stole, but same, god damn them all.
I [N] was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no _ _ deers.
[Ebm] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of [F] Barrett's _ privateers.
Well, the envelope shook and bent on her side, how I wish I wasn't [Eb] sure of now.
_ Paul Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and [N] the main truck carried off, both me legs, god damn them all.
I was [Gb] poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and no [N] _ _ deers.
[F] I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
So here I lay my twenty-third year, I wish I wasn't [G] sure of now.
_ It's been six [A] years since we sailed away, the just-paid [Fm] Halifax [F] yesterday, god damn them all.
I was poving through the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, and [A] no _ _ [N] deers.
_ _ _ _ _ I'm a broken man on a Halifax [C] pier, _ _ _ [F] _
the _ last [Fm] of _ Barrett's [G] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [C] _
privateers.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _