Chords for Steve Tilston "The Rambling Comber"
Tempo:
105.1 bpm
Chords used:
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Eb
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] You call me Zorro, both great [G] and small, come [D] listen to my ditty, for it is she, the [G] lonely
[D] immigrant, my former, my pretty.
[G] I can write me [Em] letters [G] and write me deeds on my [D] own, but
my feet are really [G] lost from [D] here, I am rambling coma.
[G]
[D]
[G] [D]
Well, it's almost day, I'm forced [G] to drink, [D] my shoes are all tattered, my shoes are brown,
just [G] betraying the ground, [D] I'm a southern regatta.
[G] I have a corpse sketch, no more blood,
sandal in even, [D] oh my dear, I'm [G] really lost from here, [D] I am the rambling coma.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Well, I have no watch, but I have [G] a hat, [D] on both side of my britches, my hat is torn,
[G] my wig's all [D] worn, my health is on my riches, [G] without a hat, I'm giving it up, for the war
for the [D] war, with straps and bows, for [G] the [D] war, I hope and mourn in order.
[G] [D]
Well, I take a list bill, I [G] sell a bill, and [D] I never do take measure, or make no debt,
which don't [G] feel as if [D] I'm taking off my pleasure.
[G] I'll go on till [A] I [G] grow old, but I must stay there [D] over, till an old age, will [G] me engage,
[D] to be the rambling coma.
So what could you buy, [G] I will employ, [D] if I have cash or credit,
and I'll rot and roll, [G] or fall to score, [D] and I'll pay him when I have it.
[G] This is always on [A] my [G] mind, be I drunk or [D] sober, a bottle of watch,
[G] first thing Wednesday, [D] quarter of an October,
Coma's all [G] afraid, and smoke [D] I'm listening to, my pity, for it is sheer,
[G] and only [D] if you got my form, pity, [G] that I can rightly [E] dance this [G] fight, and be it so, my [D] heart.
But, oh my dear, I'm really [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma.
But, oh my dear, I'm [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma.
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[G]
[D] You call me Zorro, both great [G] and small, come [D] listen to my ditty, for it is she, the [G] lonely
[D] immigrant, my former, my pretty.
[G] I can write me [Em] letters [G] and write me deeds on my [D] own, but
my feet are really [G] lost from [D] here, I am rambling coma.
[G]
[D]
[G] [D]
Well, it's almost day, I'm forced [G] to drink, [D] my shoes are all tattered, my shoes are brown,
just [G] betraying the ground, [D] I'm a southern regatta.
[G] I have a corpse sketch, no more blood,
sandal in even, [D] oh my dear, I'm [G] really lost from here, [D] I am the rambling coma.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Well, I have no watch, but I have [G] a hat, [D] on both side of my britches, my hat is torn,
[G] my wig's all [D] worn, my health is on my riches, [G] without a hat, I'm giving it up, for the war
for the [D] war, with straps and bows, for [G] the [D] war, I hope and mourn in order.
[G] [D]
Well, I take a list bill, I [G] sell a bill, and [D] I never do take measure, or make no debt,
which don't [G] feel as if [D] I'm taking off my pleasure.
[G] I'll go on till [A] I [G] grow old, but I must stay there [D] over, till an old age, will [G] me engage,
[D] to be the rambling coma.
So what could you buy, [G] I will employ, [D] if I have cash or credit,
and I'll rot and roll, [G] or fall to score, [D] and I'll pay him when I have it.
[G] This is always on [A] my [G] mind, be I drunk or [D] sober, a bottle of watch,
[G] first thing Wednesday, [D] quarter of an October,
Coma's all [G] afraid, and smoke [D] I'm listening to, my pity, for it is sheer,
[G] and only [D] if you got my form, pity, [G] that I can rightly [E] dance this [G] fight, and be it so, my [D] heart.
But, oh my dear, I'm really [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma.
But, oh my dear, I'm [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma.
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[D] _ _ _ _ You call me Zorro, both great [G] and small, come [D] listen to my ditty, for it is she, the [G] lonely
[D] immigrant, my former, my pretty.
[G] I can write me [Em] letters [G] and write me deeds on my [D] own, but
my feet are really [G] lost from [D] here, I am rambling coma.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
Well, it's almost day, I'm forced [G] to drink, [D] my shoes are all tattered, my shoes are brown,
just [G] betraying the ground, [D] I'm a southern _ regatta.
[G] I have a corpse sketch, no more blood,
sandal in even, [D] oh my dear, I'm [G] really lost from here, [D] I am the rambling coma. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ Well, I have no watch, but I have [G] a hat, [D] on both side of my britches, my hat is torn,
[G] my wig's all [D] worn, my health is on my riches, [G] without a hat, I'm giving it up, for the war
for the [D] war, with straps and bows, for [G] the [D] war, I hope and mourn in order. _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ Well, I take a list bill, I [G] sell a bill, and [D] I never do take measure, or make no debt,
which don't [G] feel as if [D] I'm taking off my pleasure.
[G] I'll go on till [A] I [G] grow old, but I must stay there [D] over, till an old age, will [G] me engage,
[D] to be the rambling coma. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So what could you buy, [G] I will employ, [D] if I have cash or credit,
and I'll rot and roll, [G] or fall to score, [D] and I'll pay him when I have it.
[G] This is always on [A] my [G] mind, be I drunk or [D] sober, a bottle of watch,
[G] first thing Wednesday, [D] quarter of an October,
_ Coma's all [G] afraid, and smoke [D] I'm listening to, my pity, for it is sheer,
[G] and only [D] if you got my form, pity, [G] that I can rightly [E] dance this [G] fight, and be it so, my [D] heart.
But, oh my dear, I'm really [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma.
But, oh my dear, I'm [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ You call me Zorro, both great [G] and small, come [D] listen to my ditty, for it is she, the [G] lonely
[D] immigrant, my former, my pretty.
[G] I can write me [Em] letters [G] and write me deeds on my [D] own, but
my feet are really [G] lost from [D] here, I am rambling coma.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
Well, it's almost day, I'm forced [G] to drink, [D] my shoes are all tattered, my shoes are brown,
just [G] betraying the ground, [D] I'm a southern _ regatta.
[G] I have a corpse sketch, no more blood,
sandal in even, [D] oh my dear, I'm [G] really lost from here, [D] I am the rambling coma. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ Well, I have no watch, but I have [G] a hat, [D] on both side of my britches, my hat is torn,
[G] my wig's all [D] worn, my health is on my riches, [G] without a hat, I'm giving it up, for the war
for the [D] war, with straps and bows, for [G] the [D] war, I hope and mourn in order. _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ Well, I take a list bill, I [G] sell a bill, and [D] I never do take measure, or make no debt,
which don't [G] feel as if [D] I'm taking off my pleasure.
[G] I'll go on till [A] I [G] grow old, but I must stay there [D] over, till an old age, will [G] me engage,
[D] to be the rambling coma. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ So what could you buy, [G] I will employ, [D] if I have cash or credit,
and I'll rot and roll, [G] or fall to score, [D] and I'll pay him when I have it.
[G] This is always on [A] my [G] mind, be I drunk or [D] sober, a bottle of watch,
[G] first thing Wednesday, [D] quarter of an October,
_ Coma's all [G] afraid, and smoke [D] I'm listening to, my pity, for it is sheer,
[G] and only [D] if you got my form, pity, [G] that I can rightly [E] dance this [G] fight, and be it so, my [D] heart.
But, oh my dear, I'm really [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma.
But, oh my dear, I'm [G] lost from here, [D] I am a rambling coma. _ _ _ _ _ _
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