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Blow the Man Down Page 1 of 2

Blow the Man Down

C Am C Am I'll sing you a song, a good song of the sea C Am Dm G Way - hey, blow the man down. Dm G Dm G I trust that you'll join in the chorus with me; G7 C Give me some time to blow the man down. Chorus C Am C Am Blow the man down, bully, blow the man down; C Am Dm G Way - hey, blow the man down. Dm G Dm G Blow the man down, boys, from Liverpool town; G7 C Give me some time to blow the man down. C Am C Am As I was a-walking down Paradise street - C Am Dm G Way - hey, blow the man down. Dm G Dm G A handsome young damsel I happened to meet - G7 C Give me some time to blow the man down.

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C Am C Am At the pub down on Lime street I then went astray - C Am Dm G Way - hey, blow the man down. Dm G Dm G I drank enough stout for to fill Galway Bay - G7 C Give me some time to blow the man down. Chorus C Am C Am The next I remember I woke in the dawn - C Am Dm G Way - hey, blow the man down. Dm G Dm G On a tall Yankee clipper that was bound round Cape Horn. G7 C Give me some time to blow the man down. C Am C Am Come all ye young fellows who follow the sea - C Am Dm G Way - hey, blow the man down. Dm G Dm G Beware of the drink whenever it's free - G7 C Give me some time to blow the man down. Chorus

Being A Pirate by Don Freed

G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an eye. D G It stings like the blazes, it makes you make faces, you can’t let your mates see you cry. G G7 C A dashing black patch will cover the hatch, and make sure that the socket stays dry. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an eye.

Chorus: C G Oh, it’s all part of being a pirate (A pirate!)

D G You can’t be a pirate, with all of your parts; C G It’s all part of being a pirate (A pirate!)

D G You can’t be a pirate, with all of your parts;

G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a hand. D G It squirts and it spurts and it jolly well hurts, turn you blue I’ll have you understand. G G7 C The fash’nable look is a nice metal hook, but now you can’t play in the band. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a hand. Chorus G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a leg. D G It hurts like the dickens, your pace never quickens, while hopping around on a peg. G G7 C So all of you prancers and flamenco dancers can bloody well go suck an egg. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a leg. Chorus

G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an ear. D G It drips down your neck then it falls on the deck; it’s food for the fishies, I fear. G G7 C You can’t wear your glasses or dazzle the lasses, and folks have to shout so you’ll hear. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an ear. Chorus G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a head. D G It falls with a thud, all covered in blood, and your beard is all sticky and red. G G7 C You can’t comb your hair ‘cause your head’s over there, and besides that by now you’d be dead. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a head. Chorus Tag: (Spoken with one strum of each chord) C G So all be aware -- it hardly seems fair, D G You can’t be a pirate – if you’re all there! (Aaarrrrrgh!) (bass D E F# G)

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?  

1.  [Dm] What shall  we do with the drunken sailor 

[C] What shall we do with the drunken sailor 

[Dm] What shall we do with the drunken sailor 

[C] Early in the [Dm] morning 

 

Refrain 

[Dm] Hoo‐ray, and up she rises 

[C] Hoo‐ray, and up she rises 

[Dm] Hoo‐ray, and up she rises 

[C] Early in the [Dm] morning 

 

2. Put him in the long boat til he’s sober   …. 

3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over 

4. Take him and shake him and try to wake him 

5. Give him a dose of salt and water 

 

10.  That’s what to do with a drunken sailor … 

THE FOX (WENT OUT ON A CHILLY NIGHT) 4/4 1...2...123 (without intro)

Intro: | F | C | G7 | C | C B7 | C | | C G7 Oh, the fox went out on a chilly night, prayed for the moon to give him light C F C G7 C G7 C For he had many a mile to go that night, be-fore he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o F C G7 C B7 C Many a mile to go that night be-fore he reached the town-o o o C G7 Well, he ran till he came to a great big pen, where the ducks and the geese were kept therein C F C G7 C G7 C He said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin, be-fore I leave this town, town-o, town-o" F C G7 C B7 C Said, "A couple of you are gonna grease my chin, be-fore I leave this town-o" o o C G7 He grabbed the gray goose by the neck, slung a duck a-cross his back C F C G7 C G7 C And he didn't mind the quack, quack, quack, or the legs all danglin' down-o, down-o, down-o F C G7 C B7 C He didn't mind the quack, quack, quack, or the legs all danglin' down-o o o C G7 Then old mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed, out to the window where she cocked her head C F C G7 C G7 C Cryin', "John, John, the gray goose is gone, and the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o F C G7 C B7 C John, John, the gray goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o o o

p.2. The Fox C G7 John, he ran to the top of the hill, blowed his horn, both loud and shrill C F C G7 C G7 C The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill, for they'll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o" F C G7 C B7 C The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill, for they'll soon be on my trail-o" o o C G7 Well, he ran till he came to his cozy den, there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten C F C G7 C G7 C Cryin', "Daddy, daddy, better go back again, for it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o F C G7 C B7 C Daddy, daddy, better go back again, for it must be a mighty fine town-o" o o C G7 Then the fox and his wife, without any strife, cut up the goose with a carving knife C F C G7 C G7 C They never had such a supper in their life, and the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o F C G7 C B7 C They never had such a supper in their life, and the little ones chewed on the bones-o o o o o

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (Mike Nawrocki - Veggie Tales) {Refrain} G C We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything G D We just stay home and lie around G C And if you ask us to do anything G D (Break) G We'll just tell you, we don't do anything G C G Well, I've never been to Greenland and I've never been to Denver D And I've never buried treasure in St. Louis or St. Paul G C G And I've never been to Moscow and I've never been to Tampa D G And I've never been to Boston in the Fall 'Cause we're... {Refrain} G C G And I never hoist the mainsail and I never swab the poop deck D And I never veer to starboard 'cause I never sail at all G C G And I've never walked the gang plank and I've never owned a parrot D G And I've never been to Boston in the Fall 'Cause we're... {Refrain} G C G Well, I've never plucked a rooster and I'm not too good at ping-pong D And I've never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall G C G And I've never kissed a chipmunk and I've never gotten head lice D G And I've never been to Boston in the Fall {Refrain} G C G And I've never licked a spark plug and I've never sniffed a stink bug D And I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball G C G And I've never bathed in yogurt and I don't look good in leggings D G And we've never been to Boston in the Fall {Refrain}

Bondi Pier

A I was down by Bondi Pier, D Drinkin’ tubes of ice cold beer, A E7

With a bucket full of prawns upon me knee (upon me knee), A When I swallowed the last prawn, D I had a technicolor yawn, A E7 A And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea. CHORUS: D A Drink it up (drink it up), drink it up (drink it up) E7

Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me (prawns with me), A If you want to throw your voice, D Mate you won't have any choice, A E7 A But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea. A I was sittin in the surf, D When a mate of mine called Murf, A E7 Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me (two with me),

A The bastard barely swallowed it, D When he went for the big spit, A E7 A And he chundered in the old Pacific Sea.

Chorus A I've had liquid laughs in bars, D And I've hurled from moving cars, A E7 And I've chuckled when and where it suited me (suited me), A But if I could choose the spot, D To regurgitate me lot, A E7 A

Then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea. Chorus

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JAMAICA FAREWELL w.m. Herbie Lovell, Roy McIntyre, Lillian Keyser

(1) Down the way where the nights are gay and the sun shines daily on the mountain top,

I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reach Jamaica I make a stop, but I’m

Sad to say I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a day

My heart is down my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Sounds of laughter everywhere and the dancin’ girls swing to and fro

I must declare my heart is there, though I been from Maine to Mexico, but I’m

Sad to say I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a day

My heart is down my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town.

Jamaica Farewell p. 2

Down at the market you can hear ladies cry out while on their heads they bear

Ake rice, salt fish are nice, and the rum is fine anytime of year, but I’m

Sad to say I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

I had to leave a little girl……. in Kingston town

JAMAICA FAREWELL 4/4 1…2…1234

C F C G7 C Down the way where the nights are gay and the sun shines daily on the mountain top, F C G7 C

I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reach Jamaica I make a stop, but I’m F G7 C Sad to say I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a day F My heart is down my head is turning around C G7 C I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town C F C G7 C Sounds of laughter everywhere and the dancin’ girls swing to and fro F C G7 C I must declare my heart is there, though I been from Maine to Mexico, but I’m F G7 C

Sad to say I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a day F My heart is down my head is turning around C G7 C I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town.

C F C G7 C Down at the market you can hear ladies cry out while on their heads they bear F C G7 C Ake rice, salt fish are nice, and the rum is fine anytime of year, but I’m F G7 C Sad to say I’m on my way, won’t be back for many a day F

My heart is down, my head is turning around C G7 C

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town F C G7 C

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town F C G7 G7sus G7 C I had to leave a little girl……. in Kingston town

LEROY BROWN 4/4 1…2…123

Well, the south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town

And if you go down there you better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown

Now, Leroy wanted trouble, you see, he stands about 6 foot 4

All the downtown ladies call him “Treetop Lover,” all the mans just call him “Sir!” CHORUS:

Well he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown, baddest man in that whole damned town

He was badder than Old King Kong, and meaner than the junkyard dog.

Now Leroy, he’s a gambler, and he like his fancy clothes

And he like to wave a dozen diamond rings in front of everybody’s nose.

He got a custom Continental, he got an Eldorado too

He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun, he got a razor in his shoe. CHORUS

p. 2 Leroy Brown

Well Friday, ‘bout a week ago, Leroy, shootin’ dice

And at the edge of the bar sat a girl named Doris, and ooo, that girl looked nice!

Well, he cast his eyes upon her, and then the trouble soon began

Ol’ Leroy Brown learned his lesson ‘bout messin’ with the wife of a jealous man. CHORUS

Well, the two men took to fightin’, and when they pulled them from the floor

Ol’ Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle, with a couple of pieces gone.

Well he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown, baddest man in that whole damned town

He was badder than Old King Kong, and meaner than the junkyard dog.

Well, he was badder than Old King Kong, and meaner than the junkyard dog.

LEROY BROWN 4/4 1…2…123

F G7 Well, the south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town A7 Bb C7 F C7 And if you go down there you better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown F G7 Now, Leroy wanted trouble, you see, he stands about 6 foot 4 A7 Bb C7 F C7 All the downtown ladies call him “Treetop Lover,” all the mans just call him “Sir!” CHORUS: F G7 Well he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown, baddest man in that whole damned town A7 Bb C7 F C7 He was badder than Old King Kong, and meaner than the junkyard dog. F G7 Now Leroy, he’s a gambler, and he like his fancy clothes A7 Bb C7 F C7 And he like to wave a dozen diamond rings in front of everybody’s nose. F G7 He got a custom Continental, he got an Eldorado too A7 Bb C7 F C7 He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun, he got a razor in his shoe. CHORUS F G7 Well Friday, ‘bout a week ago, Leroy, shootin’ dice A7 Bb C7 F C7 And at the edge of the bar sat a girl named Doris, and ooo, that girl looked nice! F G7 Well, he cast his eyes upon her, and then the trouble soon began A7 Bb C7 F C7 Ol’ Leroy Brown learned his lesson ‘bout messin’ with the wife of a jealous man. CHORUS F G7 Well, the two men took to fightin’, and when they pulled them from the floor A7 Bb C7 F C7 Ol’ Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle, with a couple of pieces gone. F G7 Well he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown, baddest man in that whole damned town A7 Bb C7 F He was badder than Old King Kong, and meaner than the junkyard dog. A7 Bb C7 F F9 Well, he was badder than Old King Kong, and meaner than the junkyard dog.

OCTOPUS’S GARDEN-Ringo Starr 4/4 1234 1 (without intro)

Intro: | | | | | | | | |

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden, in the shade

He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been, in his octopus’s garden in the shade

I’d ask my friends to come and see an octopus’s garden with me

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden, in the shade

We would be warm below the storm, in our little hideaway beneath the waves

Resting our head on the sea bed, in an octopus’s garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around because we know we can’t be found

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden, in the shade

p.2. Octopus’s Garden

Interlude:

We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves

Oh, what joy for every girl and boy, knowing that we’re happy and we’re safe

We would be so happy, you and me. No one there to tell us what to do

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden with you

In an octopus’s garden with you…….. in an octopus’s garden with you

OCTOPUS’S GARDEN-Ringo Starr 4/4 1234 1 (without intro)

Intro: | C | | Am | | F | G7 | C | G7 |

C Am F G7

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden, in the shade

C Am F G7

He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been, in his octopus’s garden in the shade

Am G F G7

I’d ask my friends to come and see an octopus’s garden with me

C Am F G7 C G7

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden, in the shade

C Am F G7

We would be warm below the storm, in our little hideaway beneath the waves

C Am F G7

Resting our head on the sea bed, in an octopus’s garden near a cave

Am G F G7

We would sing and dance around because we know we can’t be found

C Am F G7 C C7

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden, in the shade

Interlude: F Dm Bb C7 F Dm Bb C7 F G7

C Am F G7

We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves

C Am F G7

Oh, what joy for every girl and boy, knowing we’re happy and we’re safe

Am G F G7

We would be so happy, you and me. No one there to tell us what to do

C Am F G7 Am G

I’d like to be under the sea, in an octopus’s garden with you

F G7 Am G F G7 C G7 C

In an octopus’s garden with you…. in an octopus’s garden with you

Chasing Pirates (Norah Jones) Intro: C (Am )

(Strumming Pattern throughout song)

C (Am) In your message you said C (Am) You were going to bed F (Dm) F (Dm) But I'm not done with the night C (Am) So I stayed up and read C (Am) But your words in my head F (Dm) F (Dm) Got me mixed up so I turned out the light F G C (Am) C (Am) And I don't know how to slow it down F G C (Am) C (Am) My mind's racing from chasing pirates C (Am) Now an ambulance screams C (Am) While the silliest things F (Dm) F (Dm) Are flopping around in my brain C (Am) And I try not to dream C (Am) Up impossible schemes F (Dm) F (Dm) That swim around, wanna drown me in sync F G C (Am) C (Am) And I don't know how to slow it down F G C (Am) C (Am) Oh my mind's racing from chasing pirates F G C (Am) C (Am) And I don't know how to slow it down F G C (Am) C (Am) Oh my mind's racing from chasing pirates F G C (Am) C (Am) My mind's racing from chasing pirates F G C (Am) C (Am) C My mind's racing from chasing pirates

Puff the Magic Dragon

verse 1: C Em F C Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea, F C Am D7 G7 And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. C Em F C And little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff, F C Am D7 G7 C G7 And brought him strings and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff C Em F C Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail, F C Am D7 G7 Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail. C Em F C Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came. F C Am D7 G7 C Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.

chorus: G7 C Em F C Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea, F C Am D7 G7 And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. C Em F C Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea, F C Am D7 G7 C And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.

verse 2:

G7 C Em F C A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys, F C Am D7 G7 Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys. C Em F C One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more, F C Am D7 G7 C G7 And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. C Em F C His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain. F C Am D7 G7 Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. C Em F C Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave. F C Am D7 G7 C So Puff that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave.

[chorus] 

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(Sittin’ on the) Dock of the Bay – Otis Redding

[intro] (G)

(G)Sittin’ in the morning (B7)sun

I'll be (C)sittin’ when the evenin’ (A)comes (G)Watching the ships roll (B7)in

And I (C)watch 'em roll away a(A)gain

(G)Sitting on the dock of the (E7)bay Watching the (G)tide roll a(E7)way

I'm just (G)sittin’ on the dock of the (A)bay

Wastin’ (G)time (E7)

I (G)left my home in (B7)Georgia (C)Headed for the 'Frisco (A)bay

'Cause (G)I had nothin to (B7)live for And look like (C)nothing's gonna come my (A)way

So I'm just gonna...

(G)Sit on the dock of the (E7)bay Watching the (G)tide roll a(E7)way

I'm (G)sittin’ on the dock of the (A)bay Wastin’ (G)time (E7)

(G)Look (D)like (C)nothing's gonna change

(G)E-e-(D)-verything (C)still remains the same

(G) (D)I can't (D)do what (C)ten people tell me (G)to do (F) So I guess I'll re(D)main the same

(G)Sittin’ here resting my (B7)bones

And this (C)loneliness won't leave me (A)alone It's (G)two thousand miles I (B7)roamed

Just to (C)make this dock my (A)home

Now, I'm just... (G)Sittin’ on the dock of the (E7)bay

Watching the (G)tide roll a(E7)way (G)Sittin’ on the dock of the (A)bay

Wasting (G)time (E7)

[whistling to fade]

(G) (G) (G) (E7)

I Want To Go Home (aka Sloop John B)  Written by Brian Wilson 

C We sailed on the ship John B  my grandfather and me                                                       G7 Around Nassau town we did roam                        C                           F Drinking all night got into a fight              C                            G7                 C Well I feel so homesick I wanna go home  Chorus: So hoist up the John B sail  see how the mainsail sets                                                                     G7 Call for the captain ashore let me go home                    C                                                         F Let me go home  why don't you let me go home             C                              G7                C Well I feel so homesick I wanna go home  The first mate he got drunk      broke up the people's trunk                                                                        G7 Constable had to come and take him away                         C                                                       F Sheriff John Stone  why don't you leave me alone              C                             G7                C Well I feel so homesick I wanna go home  Chorus 

Then the cook he caught the fits,    threw out all of my grits                                                                G7 Then he took and ate up all of my corn                     C                                                        F Let me go home  why don't you let me go home            C                                   G7                           C Well this is the worst trip since I have been born  Chorus  2x 

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Son of a Son of a Sailor By Jimmy Buffett G As the son of a son of a sailor F C G I went out on the sea for adventure C G Expanding the view of the captain and crew D G Like a man just released from indenture As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man F C G I have chalked up many a mile C G Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks D G And I learned much from both of their styles Chorus: F C Son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor F C Son of a gun, load the last ton G One step ahead of the jailer G Now away in the near future F C G Southeast of disorder C G You can shake the hand of the Mango man D G As he greets you at the border And the lady she hails from Trinidad F C G Island of the spices C G Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet D G And the rum is for all your good vices F C Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind G That our forefathers harnessed before us F C Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings G It's a son of a gun of a chorus

G When it all ends I can't fathom my friends F C G If I knew I might toss out my anchor C G So I'll cruise along always searchin’ for songs D G Not a lawyer a thief or a banker F C But a son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor F C Son of a gun, load the last ton G One step ahead of the jailer F C I'm just a son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor F C The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains G I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer ENDING: F C C G

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The Ballad of Captain BravoFrancis C. Parker, Jr.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uplQshPDcYE

In days of old when scoundrels bold sailed upon the seas,

There was a captain, brave and strong, that fought their piracy.

He showed no fear as he fought, ideal for story and song.

A dashing hero he was indeed - a man who did no wrong.

Chorus

Oh, Captain Bravo, a manly man was he.

He fought with honor for the Crown,

To keep the trade routes free

One day while sailing off the coast, a pirate ship was seenHe turned and said to his first mate, "My red shirt, if you please."Then dressed in red he led his men to the heat of victoryThey cheered their captains' bold attack, for a manly man was he.

Chorus

Next day the lookout called out below, "Two ships are off to lee!"The Captain turned, again he cried, "My red shirt, if you please."The mate he fetched that shiny frock; they made the pirates bleed.Once again the men were proud of their captains noble deed.

Chorus

That night they sat upon the deck recanting the days' events.One crewman asked the captain, "So why the shirt of red?"The captain stared off into space, forming his words with care."If I am wounded in the fray, this shirt no blood will share,

Am C G Am

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F G E7 Am

D F G Am

Dm G Am Em

Dm G

F G Am

Dm G Am Em

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And you men will continue to fight on

And be not the least afraid"

The men just sat in awe

With the mornings sunrise, there came a mighty test.From the nest there came a cry, "There are ten more ships at best!"And as the captain surveyed those pirate ships so proud,He turned and said to the mate, "Please fetch my pants of brown."Now if there is a moral here, I think you'll find this true:Some days you get the bear, some days the bear gets you.

Chorus

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Wanted: Dead or Alive – Bon Jovi

[intro] (D)

It's (D)all the same (C)Only the names will (G)change

(C)Every day (G) it seems we're (F)wasting (C)a(D)way

Another place, where the (C)faces are so (G)cold I'd (C)drive all (G)night

Just to (F)get (C)back (D)home

I'm a (C)cowboy (G) On a (F)steel horse I (D)ride I'm (C)wanted (G)(wanted)

(F)Dead or a(D)live I'm (C)wanted (G)(wanted)

(F)Dead or a(D)live

Some(D)times I sleep Some(C)times it's not for d(G)ays The (C)people I meet(G)

Always (F)go their (C)separate (D)ways Sometimes you tell the day

By the (C)bottle that you (G)drink Some(C)times when you're alo(G)ne (F)All you (C)do is (D)think

I'm a (C)cowboy (G)

On a (F)steel horse I (D)ride I'm (C)wanted (G)(wanted) (F)Dead or a(D)live

I'm (C)wanted (G)(wanted) (F)Dead or a(D)live

I (D)walk these streets A loaded (C)four-string on my (G)back

I (C)play for keeps (G) Cus I (F)might not (C)make it (D)back

I been everywhere Still I'm (C)standing tall(G) I(C)seen a million (G)faces

And I've (F)rocked (C)them all(D)

I'm a (C)cowboy (G) On a (F)steel horse I (D)ride I'm (C)wanted (G)(wanted)

(F)Dead or a(D)live And I'm a (C)cowboy (G)

I’ve got the (F)night on my (D)side I'm (C)wanted (G)(wanted) (F)Dead or a(D)live

(C)Dead of a(G)live (F)Dead or a(D)live

(14) Yellow Submarine – Beatles

C G F C In the town where I was born Am Dm F G Lived a man who sailed to sea C G F C And he told us of his life Am Dm F G In the land of submarines C G F C So we sailed into the sun Am Dm F G Till we found a sea of green C G F C And we lived beneath the waves Am Dm F G In our yellow submarine. C G G C We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine, C G G C We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine C G F C And our friends are all aboard Am Dm F G Many more of them live next door C G F C And the band begins to play C Da-da da-da-dah da-da daaah Chorus: C G (response women) F C As we live (as we live) a life of ease (a life of ease), Am Dm F G Every one of us (every one of us) has all we need (has all we need), C G F C Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (sea of green), Am Dm F G In our yellow (in our yellow) submarine (submarine) Repeated Chorus’ C G G C We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine, C G G C We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine

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