Chords for Volbeat - Black Bart (HD With Lyrics)
Tempo:
132.6 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
Bb
F
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [C]
[D] [Am] [Eb]
[D] [A] [Eb]
[D] [A]
[Eb] [Dm]
[A] [G] [A]
[A] [G] [D]
[A] I met a man [G] before a well soldier,
[A] a well soldier's [G] face [A] never met.
[C]
[E] Wearing a long white sweater and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in.
Pointing a double-fence shotgun at the door of the forest next to home.
[E] He's looked down the block, sir, and man, the police are underneath your money, old pals.
They [G] call him Blackboard B [Am].O.A., the poet man, the [Am] poetry man.
[C]
Leaving his part [D] disappeared like a post on [E] his phone, all on his own.
The [A]
rodeos, [A] [D]
[G] [A] rice, bread, book, rice, and Colin, [C] Collins.
[E] Just have your hat on, Hatcher, there are lots of them, but we don't [A] need none more.
[G] The world has been told that [Am] lonely, [G] the world has been told [Am] that you're dead.
[F] We ain't got some cash, [D] we'll be going in the bus [E] like before, just like before.
I live [Am] and grow
[A] [Bb]
[A]
[Am] [Bb]
[A]
[G] [A]
[F] [Bb] for the hungry and for the rich, [F] yeah.
[G] [Bb] I've labored long and hard [F] for the grave.
I've [G] [Bb] put on my shorts to look your [F] shape,
[G] [Bb] you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F]
[A]
[G] [A]
[F] [A]
[D] [A]
[G] [A] I'm out of here, I'm a well spoken, [D] [A] a whistle on your stick, stupid.
[C] Wearing a long white sweater and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in.
They [G] call him Blackboard [Am] B.O.A., the poet man, the poetry man.
[C] Leaving his part disappeared [D]
like a post [E] on his phone, all on his own.
The [A] rodeos,
[Am] [Bb]
[A]
[Am] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[A]
[F] [Bb]
[Am] [Bb]
[G] [A] [Bb] [Am]
for under and for riches.
[F]
[Bb] I've labored long and hard [F] for the grave.
[G] [Bb] I've put on my shorts to look your [F] shape,
[G] [Bb] you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F] [G] [A]
[F] [A] [Bb]
[D] [A]
[G] [A]
[F]
[D] [Am] [Eb]
[D] [A] [Eb]
[D] [A]
[Eb] [Dm]
[A] [G] [A]
[A] [G] [D]
[A] I met a man [G] before a well soldier,
[A] a well soldier's [G] face [A] never met.
[C]
[E] Wearing a long white sweater and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in.
Pointing a double-fence shotgun at the door of the forest next to home.
[E] He's looked down the block, sir, and man, the police are underneath your money, old pals.
They [G] call him Blackboard B [Am].O.A., the poet man, the [Am] poetry man.
[C]
Leaving his part [D] disappeared like a post on [E] his phone, all on his own.
The [A]
rodeos, [A] [D]
[G] [A] rice, bread, book, rice, and Colin, [C] Collins.
[E] Just have your hat on, Hatcher, there are lots of them, but we don't [A] need none more.
[G] The world has been told that [Am] lonely, [G] the world has been told [Am] that you're dead.
[F] We ain't got some cash, [D] we'll be going in the bus [E] like before, just like before.
I live [Am] and grow
[A] [Bb]
[A]
[Am] [Bb]
[A]
[G] [A]
[F] [Bb] for the hungry and for the rich, [F] yeah.
[G] [Bb] I've labored long and hard [F] for the grave.
I've [G] [Bb] put on my shorts to look your [F] shape,
[G] [Bb] you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F]
[A]
[G] [A]
[F] [A]
[D] [A]
[G] [A] I'm out of here, I'm a well spoken, [D] [A] a whistle on your stick, stupid.
[C] Wearing a long white sweater and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in.
They [G] call him Blackboard [Am] B.O.A., the poet man, the poetry man.
[C] Leaving his part disappeared [D]
like a post [E] on his phone, all on his own.
The [A] rodeos,
[Am] [Bb]
[A]
[Am] [Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[A]
[F] [Bb]
[Am] [Bb]
[G] [A] [Bb] [Am]
for under and for riches.
[F]
[Bb] I've labored long and hard [F] for the grave.
[G] [Bb] I've put on my shorts to look your [F] shape,
[G] [Bb] you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F] [G] [A]
[F] [A] [Bb]
[D] [A]
[G] [A]
[F]
Key:
A
G
Bb
F
Am
A
G
Bb
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
[A] I met a man [G] before a well soldier, _
_ [A] a well soldier's [G] face [A] never met.
[C] _
_ [E] Wearing a long white sweater and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in. _
_ Pointing a double-fence shotgun _ at the door of the forest next to home. _ _
[E] He's looked down the block, sir, _ and man, the police are underneath your money, old pals.
They [G] call him _ Blackboard B [Am].O.A., the poet man, the [Am] poetry man.
_ [C]
Leaving his part [D] disappeared like a post on [E] his phone, all on his own.
The [A]
rodeos, _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] rice, bread, book, rice, and Colin, [C] _ _ Collins.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Just have your hat on, Hatcher, there are lots of them, but we don't [A] need none more.
[G] The world has been told that [Am] lonely, [G] the world has been told [Am] that you're dead.
_ [F] We ain't got some cash, [D] we'll be going in the bus [E] like before, just like before.
I live [Am] and grow _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ for the hungry and for the rich, [F] yeah. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ I've labored long and hard [F] for the _ grave.
I've [G] _ _ [Bb] put on my shorts to look your [F] shape, _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [A] I'm out of here, I'm a well spoken, [D] _ [A] a whistle on your stick, stupid.
_ [C] _ _ Wearing a long white sweater _ and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in.
They [G] call him _ Blackboard [Am] B.O.A., the poet man, the poetry _ man.
[C] _ Leaving his part disappeared [D]
like a post [E] on his phone, all on his own.
The [A] _ rodeos, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ for under and for riches.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ I've labored long and hard [F] for the _ _ grave. _
[G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ I've put on my shorts to look your [F] shape, _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
[A] I met a man [G] before a well soldier, _
_ [A] a well soldier's [G] face [A] never met.
[C] _
_ [E] Wearing a long white sweater and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in. _
_ Pointing a double-fence shotgun _ at the door of the forest next to home. _ _
[E] He's looked down the block, sir, _ and man, the police are underneath your money, old pals.
They [G] call him _ Blackboard B [Am].O.A., the poet man, the [Am] poetry man.
_ [C]
Leaving his part [D] disappeared like a post on [E] his phone, all on his own.
The [A]
rodeos, _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] rice, bread, book, rice, and Colin, [C] _ _ Collins.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Just have your hat on, Hatcher, there are lots of them, but we don't [A] need none more.
[G] The world has been told that [Am] lonely, [G] the world has been told [Am] that you're dead.
_ [F] We ain't got some cash, [D] we'll be going in the bus [E] like before, just like before.
I live [Am] and grow _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ for the hungry and for the rich, [F] yeah. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ I've labored long and hard [F] for the _ grave.
I've [G] _ _ [Bb] put on my shorts to look your [F] shape, _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [A] I'm out of here, I'm a well spoken, [D] _ [A] a whistle on your stick, stupid.
_ [C] _ _ Wearing a long white sweater _ and a ghost of a psycho [A] is in.
They [G] call him _ Blackboard [Am] B.O.A., the poet man, the poetry _ man.
[C] _ Leaving his part disappeared [D]
like a post [E] on his phone, all on his own.
The [A] _ rodeos, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ for under and for riches.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ I've labored long and hard [F] for the _ _ grave. _
[G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ I've put on my shorts to look your [F] shape, _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ you fine-headed sons of bitches.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _