Chords for Josh Okeefe - McAlpine's Fusiliers | OurVinyl Sessions
Tempo:
120.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
B
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [A] [D]
Down the glen came the Calpine's men, their [B] chavous slung [D] behind them.
Twas in the pub that they drank the sub, and up in the spike you'll find them.
They sweated blood and they [G] washed down mud with their pints and their quarts of beer.
[D] And now we're [A] on the road again, the [B] Calpine's
[D] fusilier.
[G] [D] [A]
[D] I've stripped to the skin [G] with my friend Flynn, [A] way down in the [D] Isles of Grain.
Horse-faced too, said you know the rule, no money if you stop for rain.
The Calpine's guard was a well-filled hut, with his shoulders cut to bits and seared.
And woe to he who drinks the tea with the [A] Calpine's
[D] fusilier.
[G] [D] [A]
[D] Oh I remember the day that the bad old Shea fell into [A] a [D] concrete stair.
What Horse-Face said when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
Oh I'm an avvy short, was a one retort, screaming unto me ears.
When the going gets rough, oh well you [G] must be tough [D] with my [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier.
[A] [D]
[G] [D] [A]
[D] I've worked till the sweat has had me bet, with the Russians, [A] Czechs [D] and Poles.
On shuddering jams, up in the hydro-dams, or underneath the Thames in a hole.
Yes I've grafted hard, and I've held me cards, had many a ganga's fist across me ears.
Oh if you pride your life, [Gm] don't you join by [D] Christ, with my [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier.
[G] [D] [A]
[D]
[G] [A] [D]
Down the glen came the Calpine's men, their [B] chavous slung [D] behind them.
Twas in the pub that they drank the sub, and up in the spike you'll find them.
They sweated blood and they [G] washed down mud with their pints and their quarts of beer.
[D] And now we're [A] on the road again, the [B] Calpine's
[D] fusilier.
[G] [D] [A]
[D] I've stripped to the skin [G] with my friend Flynn, [A] way down in the [D] Isles of Grain.
Horse-faced too, said you know the rule, no money if you stop for rain.
The Calpine's guard was a well-filled hut, with his shoulders cut to bits and seared.
And woe to he who drinks the tea with the [A] Calpine's
[D] fusilier.
[G] [D] [A]
[D] Oh I remember the day that the bad old Shea fell into [A] a [D] concrete stair.
What Horse-Face said when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
Oh I'm an avvy short, was a one retort, screaming unto me ears.
When the going gets rough, oh well you [G] must be tough [D] with my [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier.
[A] [D]
[G] [D] [A]
[D] I've worked till the sweat has had me bet, with the Russians, [A] Czechs [D] and Poles.
On shuddering jams, up in the hydro-dams, or underneath the Thames in a hole.
Yes I've grafted hard, and I've held me cards, had many a ganga's fist across me ears.
Oh if you pride your life, [Gm] don't you join by [D] Christ, with my [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier.
[G] [D] [A]
[D]
[G] [A] [D]
Key:
D
A
G
B
Gm
D
A
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ Down the glen came the _ Calpine's men, their [B] _ chavous slung [D] behind them.
Twas in the pub that they drank the sub, and up in the spike you'll find them.
They sweated blood and they [G] washed down mud with their pints and their quarts of beer.
_ [D] And now we're [A] on the road again, the [B] Calpine's _
[D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ I've stripped to the skin [G] with my friend Flynn, [A] way down in the [D] Isles of Grain.
_ _ Horse-faced too, said you know the rule, no money if you stop for rain.
The Calpine's guard was a well-filled hut, with his shoulders cut to bits and seared.
And woe to he who drinks the tea with the [A] Calpine's _
[D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Oh I remember the day that the bad old Shea fell into [A] a [D] concrete stair.
_ What Horse-Face said when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
Oh I'm an avvy short, was a one retort, screaming unto me ears.
When the going gets rough, oh well you [G] must be tough [D] with my _ [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ I've worked till the sweat has had me bet, with the Russians, [A] Czechs [D] and Poles.
On shuddering jams, up in the hydro-dams, or underneath the Thames in a hole.
_ Yes I've grafted hard, and I've held me cards, had many a ganga's fist across me ears.
Oh if you pride your life, [Gm] don't you join by [D] Christ, with my [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ Down the glen came the _ Calpine's men, their [B] _ chavous slung [D] behind them.
Twas in the pub that they drank the sub, and up in the spike you'll find them.
They sweated blood and they [G] washed down mud with their pints and their quarts of beer.
_ [D] And now we're [A] on the road again, the [B] Calpine's _
[D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ I've stripped to the skin [G] with my friend Flynn, [A] way down in the [D] Isles of Grain.
_ _ Horse-faced too, said you know the rule, no money if you stop for rain.
The Calpine's guard was a well-filled hut, with his shoulders cut to bits and seared.
And woe to he who drinks the tea with the [A] Calpine's _
[D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Oh I remember the day that the bad old Shea fell into [A] a [D] concrete stair.
_ What Horse-Face said when he saw him dead, well it wasn't what the rich call prayers.
Oh I'm an avvy short, was a one retort, screaming unto me ears.
When the going gets rough, oh well you [G] must be tough [D] with my _ [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ I've worked till the sweat has had me bet, with the Russians, [A] Czechs [D] and Poles.
On shuddering jams, up in the hydro-dams, or underneath the Thames in a hole.
_ Yes I've grafted hard, and I've held me cards, had many a ganga's fist across me ears.
Oh if you pride your life, [Gm] don't you join by [D] Christ, with my [A] Calpine's [D] fusilier. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
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