Clancy Brothers - Beer, beer, beer Chords
Tempo:
66.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
B
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
One, two, [D] three.
Bear, bear, bear, Timberley [A] bear, bear, [D] bear.
A long time ago, way back in history,
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea.
Along [G] came a man by the name of [D] Charlie Mott,
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it a hot.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his praise the Weeshall always sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless [A] Charlie Mott, the man who invented [B] beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, [D] beer.
The furies barred the can, she scrubbed the hole in the wall as well.
Oh, one thing you can [G] be sure of, it's Charlie's [D] beer they sell.
So come on all me lucky lads, eleven o'clock she starts.
Five short seconds, remember Charlie Mott's.
One, two, three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And [Am] to his praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man [A] who invented beer, beer, beer,
[D] Timberley beer, beer, beer.
A bushel of malt, a barrel of box and a scurried around with a stick.
That's what the limitations they make your entity.
For forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the tax.
It's only eight and eight and a pot, and one and six a tax.
Three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his [G] praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man who invented beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, beer.
Timberley beer, beer, beer.
Bear, bear, bear, Timberley [A] bear, bear, [D] bear.
A long time ago, way back in history,
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea.
Along [G] came a man by the name of [D] Charlie Mott,
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it a hot.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his praise the Weeshall always sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless [A] Charlie Mott, the man who invented [B] beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, [D] beer.
The furies barred the can, she scrubbed the hole in the wall as well.
Oh, one thing you can [G] be sure of, it's Charlie's [D] beer they sell.
So come on all me lucky lads, eleven o'clock she starts.
Five short seconds, remember Charlie Mott's.
One, two, three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And [Am] to his praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man [A] who invented beer, beer, beer,
[D] Timberley beer, beer, beer.
A bushel of malt, a barrel of box and a scurried around with a stick.
That's what the limitations they make your entity.
For forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the tax.
It's only eight and eight and a pot, and one and six a tax.
Three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his [G] praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man who invented beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, beer.
Timberley beer, beer, beer.
Key:
D
A
G
B
Am
D
A
G
One, two, [D] three.
Bear, bear, bear, Timberley [A] bear, bear, [D] bear.
A long time ago, way back in history,
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea.
Along [G] came a man by the name of [D] Charlie Mott,
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it a hot.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his praise the Weeshall always sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless [A] Charlie Mott, the man who invented [B] beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, [D] beer.
The furies barred the can, she scrubbed the hole in the wall as well.
Oh, one thing you can [G] be sure of, it's Charlie's [D] beer they sell.
So come on all me lucky lads, eleven o'clock she starts.
Five short seconds, remember Charlie Mott's.
One, two, three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And [Am] to his praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man [A] who invented beer, beer, beer,
[D] Timberley beer, beer, beer.
A bushel of malt, a barrel of box and a scurried around with a stick.
That's what the limitations they make your entity.
For forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the tax.
It's only eight and eight and a pot, and one and six a tax.
_ Three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his [G] praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man who invented beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, beer.
Timberley beer, beer, beer.
Bear, bear, bear, Timberley [A] bear, bear, [D] bear.
A long time ago, way back in history,
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea.
Along [G] came a man by the name of [D] Charlie Mott,
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it a hot.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his praise the Weeshall always sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless [A] Charlie Mott, the man who invented [B] beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, [D] beer.
The furies barred the can, she scrubbed the hole in the wall as well.
Oh, one thing you can [G] be sure of, it's Charlie's [D] beer they sell.
So come on all me lucky lads, eleven o'clock she starts.
Five short seconds, remember Charlie Mott's.
One, two, three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And [Am] to his praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man [A] who invented beer, beer, beer,
[D] Timberley beer, beer, beer.
A bushel of malt, a barrel of box and a scurried around with a stick.
That's what the limitations they make your entity.
For forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the tax.
It's only eight and eight and a pot, and one and six a tax.
_ Three, four, five.
He might have been an admiral of Southern Oregon,
And to his [G] praise the Weeshall always [D] sings,
By the foot of his thumb, for us we fill the sumptuous year.
My lord bless Charlie Mott, the man who invented beer, beer, beer,
Timberley beer, beer, beer.
Timberley beer, beer, beer.