Chords for Molasses To Rum - 1776 (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
Tempo:
91.35 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
C
F#
C#m
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Our northern brethren, feeling a bit tender toward our slaves.
They don't keep slaves.
Oh, no.
But they're willing to be considerable carriers of slaves to others.
They're willing.
For the shilling.
Oh, haven't you heard, Mr.
[Fm] Adams?
Slink, clink.
Molasses to rum to slur.
Oh, what a [F#] beautiful [C#m] waltz.
[Fm] You dance with us.
We dance with you.
In molasses and rum [C] and [F#] slur.
[Fm] Who sail the ships out of Boston?
[G#] Laden with bibles [F#] and rum.
[Fm] Who [Cm] drinks a toast [F] to the ivory [Fm] coast?
Hail, Africa, the [F#] slavers have [C#m] come.
[G#] New [C] England with bibles and rum.
And it's off with the rum and the bibles.
[D] Take on the slaves.
Clink, clink.
[C] Then hail and farewell [D#] to the [C] smell of the [Fm] African coast.
Molasses to rum to slur.
Tisn't morals, tis [F#] money that serves.
[C#m] [Fm]
Shall we dance to the sound of the profitable pound?
In molasses and rum [F#] and slur.
[C#m]
[Fm] [Cm] Who sail the ships out of Guinea?
Laden with [C#m] bibles and slurs.
[C#] Tis [D#] Boston can boast [G#] to the West Indies coast.
Jamaica, we brum [C#m] watch it graves.
[Cm] [Fm] Antigua Barbados.
[C]
We brum bibles and [F] slurs.
[Fm] Gentlemen, you mustn't think that our northern friends see our black slaves as merely figures in a ledger.
Oh, no.
They see them as figures on a block. Look.
Look at the faces at the auctions, gentlemen.
White faces on African wharves.
Seafaring faces.
New England faces.
Put them in the ships.
Cram them in the ships.
Stuff them in the ships.
Hurry, gentlemen.
Let the auction begin.
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh.
I am the auctioneer.
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh.
Slave black gold.
In the gold.
Gold, gold.
In the, in the, in the.
Blackbirds for sale.
Shanty.
Emo, emo, emo.
Blackbirds for sale.
Handle them.
[G#] One, two, [C] two [Fm] [Cm] fingers.
[C] Handle [Fm] them.
[Cm] [Fm] Handle [B] them.
[C] The, the, the, the.
[G] For [F] the love of God, Mr.
Rutledge, please.
[Fm]
Masses to run to slaves.
Who [D#] sail the ships [Fm] back to [D#] Boston.
[C#] Laden [D#] with [C#m] gold.
See it gleam.
[C]
[Fm] Whose fortunes are made in the triangle trade.
[F#] Hail slavery.
The New England [Fm] dream.
Mr.
Adams, I give you a toast.
Hail Boston.
[C] Hail Charleston.
Who's stinker.
The more.
[Cm] [F]
They don't keep slaves.
Oh, no.
But they're willing to be considerable carriers of slaves to others.
They're willing.
For the shilling.
Oh, haven't you heard, Mr.
[Fm] Adams?
Slink, clink.
Molasses to rum to slur.
Oh, what a [F#] beautiful [C#m] waltz.
[Fm] You dance with us.
We dance with you.
In molasses and rum [C] and [F#] slur.
[Fm] Who sail the ships out of Boston?
[G#] Laden with bibles [F#] and rum.
[Fm] Who [Cm] drinks a toast [F] to the ivory [Fm] coast?
Hail, Africa, the [F#] slavers have [C#m] come.
[G#] New [C] England with bibles and rum.
And it's off with the rum and the bibles.
[D] Take on the slaves.
Clink, clink.
[C] Then hail and farewell [D#] to the [C] smell of the [Fm] African coast.
Molasses to rum to slur.
Tisn't morals, tis [F#] money that serves.
[C#m] [Fm]
Shall we dance to the sound of the profitable pound?
In molasses and rum [F#] and slur.
[C#m]
[Fm] [Cm] Who sail the ships out of Guinea?
Laden with [C#m] bibles and slurs.
[C#] Tis [D#] Boston can boast [G#] to the West Indies coast.
Jamaica, we brum [C#m] watch it graves.
[Cm] [Fm] Antigua Barbados.
[C]
We brum bibles and [F] slurs.
[Fm] Gentlemen, you mustn't think that our northern friends see our black slaves as merely figures in a ledger.
Oh, no.
They see them as figures on a block. Look.
Look at the faces at the auctions, gentlemen.
White faces on African wharves.
Seafaring faces.
New England faces.
Put them in the ships.
Cram them in the ships.
Stuff them in the ships.
Hurry, gentlemen.
Let the auction begin.
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh.
I am the auctioneer.
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh.
Slave black gold.
In the gold.
Gold, gold.
In the, in the, in the.
Blackbirds for sale.
Shanty.
Emo, emo, emo.
Blackbirds for sale.
Handle them.
[G#] One, two, [C] two [Fm] [Cm] fingers.
[C] Handle [Fm] them.
[Cm] [Fm] Handle [B] them.
[C] The, the, the, the.
[G] For [F] the love of God, Mr.
Rutledge, please.
[Fm]
Masses to run to slaves.
Who [D#] sail the ships [Fm] back to [D#] Boston.
[C#] Laden [D#] with [C#m] gold.
See it gleam.
[C]
[Fm] Whose fortunes are made in the triangle trade.
[F#] Hail slavery.
The New England [Fm] dream.
Mr.
Adams, I give you a toast.
Hail Boston.
[C] Hail Charleston.
Who's stinker.
The more.
[Cm] [F]
Key:
Fm
C
F#
C#m
Cm
Fm
C
F#
_ Our northern brethren, feeling a bit tender toward our slaves.
They don't keep slaves.
Oh, no.
But they're willing to be considerable carriers of slaves to others.
They're willing. _ _ _
For the shilling.
_ Oh, haven't you heard, Mr.
[Fm] Adams? _ _
Slink, clink.
_ Molasses to rum to slur.
_ _ Oh, what a [F#] beautiful [C#m] _ _ waltz.
[Fm] You dance with us.
We dance with you.
In molasses and rum [C] and [F#] slur. _ _
[Fm] _ _ Who sail the ships out of Boston?
_ [G#] Laden with bibles [F#] and rum.
_ [Fm] Who [Cm] drinks a toast [F] to the ivory [Fm] coast?
Hail, Africa, the [F#] slavers have [C#m] come.
[G#] New [C] England with bibles and rum.
_ _ And it's off with the rum and the bibles.
[D] Take on the slaves.
Clink, clink.
[C] Then hail and farewell [D#] to the [C] smell of the [Fm] African _ coast. _ _ _ _ _
Molasses to rum to slur. _
Tisn't morals, tis [F#] money that serves.
[C#m] _ [Fm]
Shall we dance to the sound of the profitable pound?
In molasses and rum [F#] and slur.
_ [C#m] _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Cm] Who sail the ships out of Guinea?
_ Laden with [C#m] bibles and slurs.
[C#] Tis [D#] Boston can boast [G#] to the West Indies coast.
Jamaica, we brum [C#m] watch it graves.
_ [Cm] [Fm] Antigua Barbados.
[C]
We brum bibles and _ [F] slurs.
[Fm] _ _ Gentlemen, you mustn't think that our northern friends see our black slaves as merely figures in a ledger.
Oh, no.
They see them as figures on a block. Look.
Look at the faces at the auctions, gentlemen.
White faces on African wharves.
Seafaring faces.
New England faces.
Put them in the ships.
Cram them in the ships.
_ Stuff them in the ships.
Hurry, gentlemen.
Let the auction begin. _
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh. _ _ _ _
_ I am the auctioneer.
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh.
_ _ _ Slave _ black gold.
In the gold.
Gold, gold.
_ In the, in the, in the.
Blackbirds for sale.
_ Shanty.
Emo, emo, emo.
_ Blackbirds for sale.
_ _ Handle them. _ _
[G#] One, two, [C] _ two [Fm] [Cm] fingers.
[C] _ Handle [Fm] them.
[Cm] [Fm] Handle [B] them.
[C] The, the, the, the. _
[G] For _ [F] the love of God, Mr.
Rutledge, please.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Masses to run to _ _ slaves.
Who [D#] sail the ships [Fm] back to [D#] Boston. _
[C#] Laden [D#] with [C#m] gold.
See it gleam.
[C] _
_ [Fm] Whose fortunes are made in the triangle trade.
[F#] Hail slavery.
The New England [Fm] dream.
Mr.
Adams, I give you a toast.
Hail Boston. _
[C] Hail _ Charleston. _ _
Who's stinker.
The more.
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
They don't keep slaves.
Oh, no.
But they're willing to be considerable carriers of slaves to others.
They're willing. _ _ _
For the shilling.
_ Oh, haven't you heard, Mr.
[Fm] Adams? _ _
Slink, clink.
_ Molasses to rum to slur.
_ _ Oh, what a [F#] beautiful [C#m] _ _ waltz.
[Fm] You dance with us.
We dance with you.
In molasses and rum [C] and [F#] slur. _ _
[Fm] _ _ Who sail the ships out of Boston?
_ [G#] Laden with bibles [F#] and rum.
_ [Fm] Who [Cm] drinks a toast [F] to the ivory [Fm] coast?
Hail, Africa, the [F#] slavers have [C#m] come.
[G#] New [C] England with bibles and rum.
_ _ And it's off with the rum and the bibles.
[D] Take on the slaves.
Clink, clink.
[C] Then hail and farewell [D#] to the [C] smell of the [Fm] African _ coast. _ _ _ _ _
Molasses to rum to slur. _
Tisn't morals, tis [F#] money that serves.
[C#m] _ [Fm]
Shall we dance to the sound of the profitable pound?
In molasses and rum [F#] and slur.
_ [C#m] _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Cm] Who sail the ships out of Guinea?
_ Laden with [C#m] bibles and slurs.
[C#] Tis [D#] Boston can boast [G#] to the West Indies coast.
Jamaica, we brum [C#m] watch it graves.
_ [Cm] [Fm] Antigua Barbados.
[C]
We brum bibles and _ [F] slurs.
[Fm] _ _ Gentlemen, you mustn't think that our northern friends see our black slaves as merely figures in a ledger.
Oh, no.
They see them as figures on a block. Look.
Look at the faces at the auctions, gentlemen.
White faces on African wharves.
Seafaring faces.
New England faces.
Put them in the ships.
Cram them in the ships.
_ Stuff them in the ships.
Hurry, gentlemen.
Let the auction begin. _
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh. _ _ _ _
_ I am the auctioneer.
Yuh-huh, yuh-huh.
_ _ _ Slave _ black gold.
In the gold.
Gold, gold.
_ In the, in the, in the.
Blackbirds for sale.
_ Shanty.
Emo, emo, emo.
_ Blackbirds for sale.
_ _ Handle them. _ _
[G#] One, two, [C] _ two [Fm] [Cm] fingers.
[C] _ Handle [Fm] them.
[Cm] [Fm] Handle [B] them.
[C] The, the, the, the. _
[G] For _ [F] the love of God, Mr.
Rutledge, please.
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Masses to run to _ _ slaves.
Who [D#] sail the ships [Fm] back to [D#] Boston. _
[C#] Laden [D#] with [C#m] gold.
See it gleam.
[C] _
_ [Fm] Whose fortunes are made in the triangle trade.
[F#] Hail slavery.
The New England [Fm] dream.
Mr.
Adams, I give you a toast.
Hail Boston. _
[C] Hail _ Charleston. _ _
Who's stinker.
The more.
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _