Chords for The Men They Couldn't Hang - Ghosts Of Cable Street (1986)
Tempo:
144.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In 1936, the grip of the Sabbath day,
In London town the only sound is a whisper in an alleyway.
Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn in a, a wind about to blow.
[G] Like cities are marching [C] [G] to the [C] east, but it's mostly [G] where there [D] is a man.
[G] Dressed in the [C] clothes of deep [G]-black, [D] like a gathering [G] hurricane.
This is the [C] British [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
[G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and [G] in Madrid.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats,
[Em] [C] And the voices [D] of the ghosts of cable [G] streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun.
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down [C] to a place [G] called cable [D] streets.
[G] Another man awaiting their [D] preparations are [G] gone for ease.
But they come so close they now [C] can see [G] it's outstretched [D] long.
[G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future at [G] headlong.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats,
[Em] [C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of cable [G] streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun.
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
[Em] The battle broke as the fifth sound of [G] batons fell.
[Em] Through the barricades passed the sound of a wounded [G] yell.
[E] Jack's box [Em] crept through with a chair leg made [G] of lead.
[C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow on those [G] we send.
We learn [C] from [G]
history generations have [D] to fight.
[G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery must be [D] paced down [G] on sight.
And if that means fireworks, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun.
[G] Remember [C] those who [G] stood up for [D] their daughters [G] and their sons.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats,
[C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] cable streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun.
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
Listen to the sound of marching beats,
And the voices of the ghosts of cable streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have begun.
The currents we shall meet don't latch us down.
In London town the only sound is a whisper in an alleyway.
Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn in a, a wind about to blow.
[G] Like cities are marching [C] [G] to the [C] east, but it's mostly [G] where there [D] is a man.
[G] Dressed in the [C] clothes of deep [G]-black, [D] like a gathering [G] hurricane.
This is the [C] British [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
[G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and [G] in Madrid.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats,
[Em] [C] And the voices [D] of the ghosts of cable [G] streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun.
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down [C] to a place [G] called cable [D] streets.
[G] Another man awaiting their [D] preparations are [G] gone for ease.
But they come so close they now [C] can see [G] it's outstretched [D] long.
[G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future at [G] headlong.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats,
[Em] [C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of cable [G] streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun.
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
[Em] The battle broke as the fifth sound of [G] batons fell.
[Em] Through the barricades passed the sound of a wounded [G] yell.
[E] Jack's box [Em] crept through with a chair leg made [G] of lead.
[C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow on those [G] we send.
We learn [C] from [G]
history generations have [D] to fight.
[G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery must be [D] paced down [G] on sight.
And if that means fireworks, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun.
[G] Remember [C] those who [G] stood up for [D] their daughters [G] and their sons.
Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats,
[C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] cable streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun.
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
Listen to the sound of marching beats,
And the voices of the ghosts of cable streets.
Messes, thunders and patterns have begun.
The currents we shall meet don't latch us down.
Key:
G
C
D
Am
Em
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ _ In 1936, the grip of the Sabbath day, _
_ In London town the only sound is a whisper in an _ alleyway.
_ _ Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn in a, a wind about to blow.
_ [G] Like cities are marching [C] [G] to the [C] east, but it's mostly [G] where there [D] is a man.
_ _ [G] Dressed in the [C] clothes of deep [G]-black, [D] like a gathering [G] hurricane.
_ _ This is the [C] British _ [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
_ [G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and [G] in Madrid.
_ _ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] _ beats,
_ _ _ _ [Em] [C] And the voices [D] of the ghosts of cable [G] streets. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun. _
_ _ _ _ [C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
_ _ _ _ So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down [C] to a place [G] called cable [D] streets.
_ _ [G] Another man awaiting their [D] preparations are [G] gone for _ ease.
But they come so close they now [C] can see [G] it's outstretched [D] long.
_ [G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future at [G] _ headlong.
_ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats, _
_ _ _ _ [Em] [C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of cable [G] streets. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun. _
_ _ _ _ [C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] The battle broke as the fifth sound of [G] batons fell. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] Through the _ barricades passed the sound of a wounded [G] yell. _ _
_ _ [E] Jack's box [Em] crept through with a chair leg made [G] of lead. _ _ _
_ [C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow on those [G] we send.
We learn [C] from [G]
history _ generations have [D] to fight. _
_ [G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery must be [D] paced down [G] on sight.
And if that means fireworks, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun. _
_ [G] Remember [C] those who [G] stood up for [D] their daughters [G] and their sons.
_ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats, _ _ _ _ _
[C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] cable streets. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun. _ _ _ _ _
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
Listen to the sound of marching _ beats, _ _ _ _
And the voices of the ghosts of cable _ streets. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have begun. _ _ _ _ _ _
The currents we shall meet don't latch us down. _ _ _ _ _
_ In London town the only sound is a whisper in an _ alleyway.
_ _ Men put on their gloves and boots, have a smoke before they go.
From the west there is a horn in a, a wind about to blow.
_ [G] Like cities are marching [C] [G] to the [C] east, but it's mostly [G] where there [D] is a man.
_ _ [G] Dressed in the [C] clothes of deep [G]-black, [D] like a gathering [G] hurricane.
_ _ This is the [C] British _ [G] Union, [C] with its [G] flag of black and [D] red.
_ [G] A flag that [C] casts a [G] shadow in [D] Berlin and [G] in Madrid.
_ _ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] _ beats,
_ _ _ _ [Em] [C] And the voices [D] of the ghosts of cable [G] streets. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun. _
_ _ _ _ [C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
_ _ _ _ So mile by mile [C] they come [G] on down [C] to a place [G] called cable [D] streets.
_ _ [G] Another man awaiting their [D] preparations are [G] gone for _ ease.
But they come so close they now [C] can see [G] it's outstretched [D] long.
_ [G] A hand raised up that way never took [D] the future at [G] _ headlong.
_ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats, _
_ _ _ _ [Em] [C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of cable [G] streets. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun. _
_ _ _ _ [C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] The battle broke as the fifth sound of [G] batons fell. _ _
_ _ _ [Em] Through the _ barricades passed the sound of a wounded [G] yell. _ _
_ _ [E] Jack's box [Em] crept through with a chair leg made [G] of lead. _ _ _
_ [C] Brought down a crushing [D] blow on those [G] we send.
We learn [C] from [G]
history _ generations have [D] to fight. _
_ [G] And those who crave [C] for [G] mastery must be [D] paced down [G] on sight.
And if that means fireworks, by fists, [C] by [G] stones or by [D] the gun. _
_ [G] Remember [C] those who [G] stood up for [D] their daughters [G] and their sons.
_ Listen to the sound of marching [Am] beats, _ _ _ _ _
[C] And the voices of [D] the ghosts of [G] cable streets. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have [Am] begun. _ _ _ _ _
[C] The currents we [D] shall meet don't latch [G] us down.
Listen to the sound of marching _ beats, _ _ _ _
And the voices of the ghosts of cable _ streets. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Messes, thunders and patterns have begun. _ _ _ _ _ _
The currents we shall meet don't latch us down. _ _ _ _ _
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