Chords for The Longest Johns, Mining for Gold /Chemical Workers, Calne Arts Festival 2017
Tempo:
97 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Dm
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bbm] [N] We are miners, hard rock miners.
To the shophouse we must go.
Oil bottles on our shoulders.
We are marching to the slope.
On the line boys, on the line boys.
Drill your holes and stand in line.
Till the shift boss comes to tell you, you must drill [F] the out on top.
Can you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down the [N]
mine, our need is still young.
Two years and the silicosis takes hold.
Man I feel like I'm dying from mining [G] for gold.
Yes I feel [F] like I'm dying [N] from mining for gold.
The process man I [Eb] am telling you no lie.
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across [D] the sky.
There's a thunder all [C] around [Bb] me and a poison [Em] in the air.
[Am] There's a [G] lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all [A] in the air.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [C] time your every breath.
And every day [Dm] you're in this place you two days nearer death.
But you [G] go.
I've worked among the spinners.
I've breathed in the oily smoke.
[Ab] I've [D] shoveled up the gypsum and in the high it makes you choke.
I've sunk near [C] deep inside and [Bb] I've been sick with a cosmic [Gm] burn.
Been [G] working rough and seen enough [Bb] to make your stomach turn.
[D] And it's [C] go [Dm] boys go.
They'll [C] time your [G] every breath.
And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
[Dm] There's [N] overtime and bonus opportunities galore.
The young lads like the money and they all come back for more.
[D] But soon you're [Cm] knocking on and you [F] look older than you [G] should.
[Ab] For [A] every [Dm] wealth made on this job you'll pay with flesh and blood.
And it's go boys [C] go.
They'll time your [D] every breath.
[G] And every day you're in this place you two [Cm] days [Dm] nearer death.
But you go.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [Am] time your every breath.
[Dm] And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
[N]
To the shophouse we must go.
Oil bottles on our shoulders.
We are marching to the slope.
On the line boys, on the line boys.
Drill your holes and stand in line.
Till the shift boss comes to tell you, you must drill [F] the out on top.
Can you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down the [N]
mine, our need is still young.
Two years and the silicosis takes hold.
Man I feel like I'm dying from mining [G] for gold.
Yes I feel [F] like I'm dying [N] from mining for gold.
The process man I [Eb] am telling you no lie.
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across [D] the sky.
There's a thunder all [C] around [Bb] me and a poison [Em] in the air.
[Am] There's a [G] lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all [A] in the air.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [C] time your every breath.
And every day [Dm] you're in this place you two days nearer death.
But you [G] go.
I've worked among the spinners.
I've breathed in the oily smoke.
[Ab] I've [D] shoveled up the gypsum and in the high it makes you choke.
I've sunk near [C] deep inside and [Bb] I've been sick with a cosmic [Gm] burn.
Been [G] working rough and seen enough [Bb] to make your stomach turn.
[D] And it's [C] go [Dm] boys go.
They'll [C] time your [G] every breath.
And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
[Dm] There's [N] overtime and bonus opportunities galore.
The young lads like the money and they all come back for more.
[D] But soon you're [Cm] knocking on and you [F] look older than you [G] should.
[Ab] For [A] every [Dm] wealth made on this job you'll pay with flesh and blood.
And it's go boys [C] go.
They'll time your [D] every breath.
[G] And every day you're in this place you two [Cm] days [Dm] nearer death.
But you go.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [Am] time your every breath.
[Dm] And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
[N]
Key:
G
D
C
Dm
F
G
D
C
[Bbm] _ _ [N] _ _ We are miners, _ hard rock miners. _
To the shophouse we must go.
_ _ Oil bottles _ on our shoulders.
_ We are marching to the slope. _
_ On the line boys, on the line boys.
Drill your holes and stand in line.
Till the shift boss comes to tell you, you must drill [F] the out on top.
_ Can you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
_ It'll cut down the [N]
mine, our need is still young.
_ Two years and the _ silicosis takes hold.
_ Man I feel like I'm dying from mining [G] for gold.
Yes I feel [F] like I'm dying [N] from mining for gold.
The process man I [Eb] am telling you no lie.
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across [D] the sky.
There's a thunder all [C] around [Bb] me and a poison [Em] in the air.
[Am] There's a [G] lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all [A] in the air.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [C] time your every breath.
And every day [Dm] you're in this place you two days nearer death.
But you [G] go.
_ I've worked among the spinners.
I've breathed in the oily smoke.
[Ab] I've [D] shoveled up the gypsum and in the high it makes you choke.
I've sunk near [C] deep inside and [Bb] I've been sick with a cosmic [Gm] burn.
Been [G] working rough and seen enough [Bb] to make your stomach turn.
[D] And it's [C] go [Dm] boys go.
They'll [C] time your [G] every breath.
And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
[Dm] _ There's [N] overtime and bonus opportunities galore.
The young lads like the money and they all come back for more.
[D] But soon you're [Cm] knocking on and you [F] look older than you [G] should.
[Ab] For [A] every [Dm] wealth made on this job you'll pay with flesh and blood.
And it's go boys [C] go.
They'll time your [D] every breath.
[G] And every day you're in this place you two [Cm] days [Dm] nearer death.
But you go.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [Am] time your every breath.
[Dm] And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
To the shophouse we must go.
_ _ Oil bottles _ on our shoulders.
_ We are marching to the slope. _
_ On the line boys, on the line boys.
Drill your holes and stand in line.
Till the shift boss comes to tell you, you must drill [F] the out on top.
_ Can you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
_ It'll cut down the [N]
mine, our need is still young.
_ Two years and the _ silicosis takes hold.
_ Man I feel like I'm dying from mining [G] for gold.
Yes I feel [F] like I'm dying [N] from mining for gold.
The process man I [Eb] am telling you no lie.
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across [D] the sky.
There's a thunder all [C] around [Bb] me and a poison [Em] in the air.
[Am] There's a [G] lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all [A] in the air.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [C] time your every breath.
And every day [Dm] you're in this place you two days nearer death.
But you [G] go.
_ I've worked among the spinners.
I've breathed in the oily smoke.
[Ab] I've [D] shoveled up the gypsum and in the high it makes you choke.
I've sunk near [C] deep inside and [Bb] I've been sick with a cosmic [Gm] burn.
Been [G] working rough and seen enough [Bb] to make your stomach turn.
[D] And it's [C] go [Dm] boys go.
They'll [C] time your [G] every breath.
And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
[Dm] _ There's [N] overtime and bonus opportunities galore.
The young lads like the money and they all come back for more.
[D] But soon you're [Cm] knocking on and you [F] look older than you [G] should.
[Ab] For [A] every [Dm] wealth made on this job you'll pay with flesh and blood.
And it's go boys [C] go.
They'll time your [D] every breath.
[G] And every day you're in this place you two [Cm] days [Dm] nearer death.
But you go.
And it's go boys go.
They'll [Am] time your every breath.
[Dm] And every day you're in this place you two days [D] nearer death.
But you go.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _