Chords for RICKY WARWICK - THE WHISKEY SONG
Tempo:
110.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[C]
[G] [E]
[D] [G] [C]
[G] We're opening doors in foreign [D] lands, cuz we're living [G] in one war.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and sweat, blood and sweat.
Blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, [C] every river [Gm] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, [C] every city [G] sells a dream.
[D]
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [E] and I'm third [D] year to silver [G] screen.
Where all lies are secret, [C] you must learn to [G] work your way.
When the picture's sailed, the alley [E]-o, it's magic, [D] no sneak-peek.
[G] Before this summer cast its [C] spell, the fauna [G] was gone.
A thousand bombers left their [D] mark in this beautiful [G] yard.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, [C] every city sells a dream.
[D]
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third [C] year to silver [G] screen.
[E] Damn, they say we're on [Em] split at twice, and [C] traveling not around [G] our way.
[Em] But that's the fault we've got, our image's [C] cast in black and [D] violet.
[G] Now those who look like Tilly, [C] it's no fathom to [G] the war.
These vices just move someone, [Em] I promise [D] I get more.
[G] The experience's filled, it's pretty big, [C] but it's shoveled, still [G] a spade.
I know it's no place for bitches, [D] and the new world's [G] after me.
[C] And we're lacking spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil machines, [A] the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [D] street, blood and calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, [C] every city [G] sells a dream.
[D] We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
[F] [E] River tells its tale.
Oh, every city sells a dream.
We're making whiskey last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
That fricken' [E] [C] whiskey.
That fricken' [G] whiskey.
[Em] [C] [G]
[Em] [C] [G]
[E] Third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
[C]
[G] [E]
[D] [G] [C]
[G] We're opening doors in foreign [D] lands, cuz we're living [G] in one war.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and sweat, blood and sweat.
Blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, [C] every river [Gm] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, [C] every city [G] sells a dream.
[D]
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [E] and I'm third [D] year to silver [G] screen.
Where all lies are secret, [C] you must learn to [G] work your way.
When the picture's sailed, the alley [E]-o, it's magic, [D] no sneak-peek.
[G] Before this summer cast its [C] spell, the fauna [G] was gone.
A thousand bombers left their [D] mark in this beautiful [G] yard.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, [C] every city sells a dream.
[D]
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third [C] year to silver [G] screen.
[E] Damn, they say we're on [Em] split at twice, and [C] traveling not around [G] our way.
[Em] But that's the fault we've got, our image's [C] cast in black and [D] violet.
[G] Now those who look like Tilly, [C] it's no fathom to [G] the war.
These vices just move someone, [Em] I promise [D] I get more.
[G] The experience's filled, it's pretty big, [C] but it's shoveled, still [G] a spade.
I know it's no place for bitches, [D] and the new world's [G] after me.
[C] And we're lacking spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil machines, [A] the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [D] street, blood and calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, [C] every city [G] sells a dream.
[D] We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
[F] [E] River tells its tale.
Oh, every city sells a dream.
We're making whiskey last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
That fricken' [E] [C] whiskey.
That fricken' [G] whiskey.
[Em] [C] [G]
[Em] [C] [G]
[E] Third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
Key:
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[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] We're opening doors in foreign [D] lands, cuz we're living [G] in one war.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and sweat, blood and sweat.
Blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every river [Gm] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every city [G] sells a dream.
[D] _ _
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [E] and I'm third [D] year to silver [G] screen. _ _ _ _
_ _ Where all lies are secret, [C] you must learn to [G] work your way.
When the picture's sailed, the alley [E]-o, it's magic, [D] no sneak-peek.
[G] Before this summer cast its [C] spell, the fauna [G] was gone.
A thousand bombers left their [D] mark in this beautiful [G] yard.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
_ [D] Oh, _ _ [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every city sells a dream.
[D] _ _
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third [C] year to silver [G] screen.
_ [E] Damn, they say we're on [Em] split at twice, and [C] traveling not around [G] our way.
[Em] But that's the fault we've got, our image's [C] cast in black and [D] violet. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Now those who look like Tilly, [C] it's no fathom to [G] the war.
These vices just move someone, [Em] I promise [D] I get more.
[G] The experience's filled, it's pretty big, [C] but it's shoveled, still [G] a spade.
I know it's no place for bitches, [D] and the new world's [G] after me.
[C] And we're lacking spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil machines, [A] the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [D] street, blood and calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every city [G] sells a dream. _
[D] We're _ [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen. _ _
[F] _ _ [E] _ River tells its tale.
Oh, _ _ every city sells a dream. _
_ _ We're making whiskey last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
That fricken' [E] _ [C] whiskey.
That fricken' [G] whiskey. _ _
[Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[E] Third year [C] to silver [G] screen. _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] We're opening doors in foreign [D] lands, cuz we're living [G] in one war.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and sweat, blood and sweat.
Blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every river [Gm] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every city [G] sells a dream.
[D] _ _
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [E] and I'm third [D] year to silver [G] screen. _ _ _ _
_ _ Where all lies are secret, [C] you must learn to [G] work your way.
When the picture's sailed, the alley [E]-o, it's magic, [D] no sneak-peek.
[G] Before this summer cast its [C] spell, the fauna [G] was gone.
A thousand bombers left their [D] mark in this beautiful [G] yard.
[C] And the laggards spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil [A] machines, the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [G] street, blood and [D] calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
_ [D] Oh, _ _ [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every city sells a dream.
[D] _ _
We're [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third [C] year to silver [G] screen.
_ [E] Damn, they say we're on [Em] split at twice, and [C] traveling not around [G] our way.
[Em] But that's the fault we've got, our image's [C] cast in black and [D] violet. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Now those who look like Tilly, [C] it's no fathom to [G] the war.
These vices just move someone, [Em] I promise [D] I get more.
[G] The experience's filled, it's pretty big, [C] but it's shoveled, still [G] a spade.
I know it's no place for bitches, [D] and the new world's [G] after me.
[C] And we're lacking spawned the hundred [Em] mills, the roadworks and the god.
[G] And we're making whiskey, oil machines, [A] the pork gets rubbed inside.
[C] Brick by brick and street by [D] street, blood and calisthen, [C] the struts of gold and amber, [Em] we're mapping [D] to [G] this land.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every river [G] tells its tale.
[D] Oh, _ _ [C] every city [G] sells a dream. _
[D] We're _ [C] making whiskey [G] last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen. _ _
[F] _ _ [E] _ River tells its tale.
Oh, _ _ every city sells a dream. _
_ _ We're making whiskey last the night, [Em] and I'm third year [C] to silver [G] screen.
That fricken' [E] _ [C] whiskey.
That fricken' [G] whiskey. _ _
[Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[E] Third year [C] to silver [G] screen. _ _
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