Chords for The Poxy Boggards - Untitled Bitter Song

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119.8 bpm
Chords used:

C

F

G

D

Dm

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The Poxy Boggards - Untitled Bitter Song chords
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[C] Parker Captain's pride [F] was the portrait [C] of his bride.
He kept it in a very [G] special place.
[C] He'd say, when I've had enough [F] and I feel like giving [C] up,
I pull it [G] out and look [C] into her face.
[F] And it's not cause of [C] love, and it's not cause she's my dove,
[F] it reminds me of why [G] I'm out at sea.
[C] And when I feel like quitting, [F] I remember [C] all her spitting,
and her cussing, [G] and her hurling [C] knives at me.
[F] Well, the Russians are big, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the Spanish, they will try and [G] take me life.
But I [C] won't go home, [F] cross the seas [C] I will roam.
It's better [G] than living [C] with me wife.
We'd return from a trip, [Dm] set to unload [C] the ship,
when a rope slipped away [G] from its place.
[C] But poor old Mickey Gough, [F] he tore his [C] leg right off,
and sent him [G] straight down [C] on his face.
We [F] were about to cut free, [C] and to set out to sea,
[F] Mickey hopped up with a scowl [G] upon his face.
He [D] said, I'm going with you, [F] I'm not staying with [C] that shrew,
not [G] far as she comes, let's get out of [C] this place.
[F] Well, the Russians are thin, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the Spanish, they will try and [G] take me life.
[C] But I won't go home, [F] cross the seas [C] I will roam.
It's [G] better than living [C] with me wife.
I saw Benji McGee [F] as he washed [C] out to sea,
when a wave swept him over [G] the deck.
[C] Our sailors were tough, [F] but Storm proved [C] to rough,
if we turned [G] her around she [C] would wreck.
And [F] as the sea pulled him down, [C] but before he could drown,
[F] I heard him yell with his [G] last breath,
[C] tell that harpy at home, [F] I am free [C] from her scorn,
I'll finally [G] find peace in [C] my death.
[Am] Well, the [F] Russians are thin, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the Spanish, they will try and [G] take me life.
[C] But I won't go home, [F] cross the [C] seas I will roam.
It's [G] better than living with [C] me wife.
[F] Well, the Russians are thin, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the falling mass [C] could rip you in half,
[F] you could get [C] keelhauled, or catch a [F] cannonball,
but at least I'm [G] not home with [D] me wife.
Key:  
C
3211
F
134211111
G
2131
D
1321
Dm
2311
C
3211
F
134211111
G
2131
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_ _ _ [C] Parker Captain's pride [F] was the portrait [C] of his bride.
He kept it in a very [G] special place.
_ [C] He'd say, when I've had enough [F] and I feel like giving [C] up,
I pull it [G] out and look [C] into her face.
_ [F] And it's not cause of [C] love, and it's not cause she's my dove,
[F] it reminds me of why [G] I'm out at sea.
[C] And when I feel like quitting, [F] I remember [C] all her spitting,
and her cussing, [G] and her hurling [C] knives at me.
_ [F] Well, the Russians are big, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the Spanish, they will try and [G] take me _ life.
But I [C] won't go home, [F] cross the seas [C] I will roam.
It's better [G] than living [C] with me wife.
_ We'd return from a trip, [Dm] set to unload [C] the ship,
when a rope slipped away [G] from its place.
_ [C] But poor old Mickey Gough, [F] he tore his [C] leg right off,
and sent him [G] straight down [C] on his face.
We [F] were about to cut free, [C] and to set out to sea,
[F] Mickey hopped up with a scowl [G] upon his face.
He [D] said, I'm going with you, [F] I'm not staying with [C] that shrew,
not [G] far as she comes, let's get out of [C] this place.
_ [F] Well, the Russians are thin, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the Spanish, they will try and [G] take me life.
_ [C] But I won't go home, [F] cross the seas [C] I will roam.
It's [G] better than living [C] with me wife.
I saw Benji McGee [F] as he washed [C] out to sea,
when a wave swept him over [G] the deck.
_ [C] Our sailors were tough, [F] but Storm proved [C] to rough,
if we turned [G] her around she [C] would wreck.
And [F] as the sea pulled him down, [C] but before he could drown,
[F] I heard him yell with his [G] last breath,
_ [C] tell that harpy at home, [F] I am free [C] from her scorn,
I'll finally [G] find peace in [C] my death.
_ [Am] Well, the [F] Russians are thin, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the Spanish, they will try and [G] take me life.
[C] But I won't go home, [F] cross the [C] seas I will roam.
It's [G] better than living with [C] me wife.
_ [F] Well, the Russians are thin, [C] and the ropes tear at our skin,
[F] and the falling mass [C] could rip you in half,
[F] you could get [C] keelhauled, or catch a [F] cannonball,
but at least I'm [G] not home with [D] me wife. _ _ _
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