Chords for The Good Brothers Battle of New Orleans
Tempo:
89.35 bpm
Chords used:
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D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [A] 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4,
the coast [A] to Delacroix.
bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Davis and the competition's over.
Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[A] been to many islands.
[A] really came out loud.
the coast [A] to Delacroix.
bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Davis and the competition's over.
Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[A] been to many islands.
[A] really came out loud.
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_ _ [E] _ [A] 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4,
In 1914 [D] we took a little trip [E] along the coast [A] to Delacroix.
There was a little lady [D] named Miss Littlefinger,
[E] a bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
Fire and ice, and the big trap, and the big leather,
and I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Delacroix.
I'm Mrs.
Davis and the competition's over.
_ _ Hey! _
_ Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[E] He'd been in the front of the house, he'd [A] been to many islands.
He'd been around the back of [D] the seat facing the ground.
[E] He'd opened up a squirrel, but it [A] really came out loud.
He fired a gun, but it really came out yellow.
He's a man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Newcombe.
I'm Mrs.
[E] Davis and [A] the competition's over.
_ _ _ Hey!
_ I'm half to the thousand, I'm half to the thousand,
I'm half to [E] _ [A] the_
Three and so fast, I can't half forget.
And I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, across the [D] river, we can see the British [E] town.
One of more than a [A] hundred of them, living on the ground.
It's not so [D] high, and I can't get giggles back.
[E] Slaves out of cotton [A] mills, and they don't say a thing.
I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, we're firing our cannons [D] to the pound, nothing's found.
[E] So we got an alligator, [A] and we're going on around.
He's got his heavy cannon, [D] and he'll never get behind.
[E] When I was head of battle, [A] I'm a gator, and I said,
Hey, I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He's a [B] man that's a-workin' [A] the leather.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
_ _ _ _ Yeah!
Cannon _ _ _ to the family, cannon to the boys who wear a rosary.
And so I set the hammer to the kitchen.
I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Sound off. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Sound off! _ _
In 1914 [D] we took a little trip [E] along the coast [A] to Delacroix.
There was a little lady [D] named Miss Littlefinger,
[E] a bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
Fire and ice, and the big trap, and the big leather,
and I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Delacroix.
I'm Mrs.
Davis and the competition's over.
_ _ Hey! _
_ Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[E] He'd been in the front of the house, he'd [A] been to many islands.
He'd been around the back of [D] the seat facing the ground.
[E] He'd opened up a squirrel, but it [A] really came out loud.
He fired a gun, but it really came out yellow.
He's a man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Newcombe.
I'm Mrs.
[E] Davis and [A] the competition's over.
_ _ _ Hey!
_ I'm half to the thousand, I'm half to the thousand,
I'm half to [E] _ [A] the_
Three and so fast, I can't half forget.
And I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, across the [D] river, we can see the British [E] town.
One of more than a [A] hundred of them, living on the ground.
It's not so [D] high, and I can't get giggles back.
[E] Slaves out of cotton [A] mills, and they don't say a thing.
I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, we're firing our cannons [D] to the pound, nothing's found.
[E] So we got an alligator, [A] and we're going on around.
He's got his heavy cannon, [D] and he'll never get behind.
[E] When I was head of battle, [A] I'm a gator, and I said,
Hey, I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He's a [B] man that's a-workin' [A] the leather.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
_ _ _ _ Yeah!
Cannon _ _ _ to the family, cannon to the boys who wear a rosary.
And so I set the hammer to the kitchen.
I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Sound off. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Sound off! _ _
