Chords for Sailors Prayer - The Longest Johns
Tempo:
129.65 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Cm
Fm
G
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] [Fm]
[G]
[Cm] [Fm] This [Ab] dirty town has been my home [Abm] since last I was a-sailing,
But I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner go a-whaling.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
Paid off my score, and then ashore, me money [N] soon was flying
With Judy Lee upon my knee, and [Abm] in my ear she's lying.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me new-found friends, me money he spends just as fast as winking
But when I make [Db] to clear the slate, the landlord says,
Keep drinking!
O Lord above, send down [B] a dove with wings as [Abm] sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me pay all gone, me clothes in porn, and Judy said on leaving,
I'm leaving!
Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grieving.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound, and his hand I'll be shaking.
Tomorrow morn, sail for the horn, just as the dawn is breaking.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
For one last trip, from port I'll ship, but next time round I'm swearing
I'll settle down in my hometown, no more I'll go seafaring.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
Amen.
[G]
[Cm] [Fm] This [Ab] dirty town has been my home [Abm] since last I was a-sailing,
But I'll not stay another day, I'd sooner go a-whaling.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
Paid off my score, and then ashore, me money [N] soon was flying
With Judy Lee upon my knee, and [Abm] in my ear she's lying.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me new-found friends, me money he spends just as fast as winking
But when I make [Db] to clear the slate, the landlord says,
Keep drinking!
O Lord above, send down [B] a dove with wings as [Abm] sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me pay all gone, me clothes in porn, and Judy said on leaving,
I'm leaving!
Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grieving.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound, and his hand I'll be shaking.
Tomorrow morn, sail for the horn, just as the dawn is breaking.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
For one last trip, from port I'll ship, but next time round I'm swearing
I'll settle down in my hometown, no more I'll go seafaring.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
Amen.
Key:
Abm
Cm
Fm
G
Ab
Abm
Cm
Fm
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ This [Ab] dirty town has been my home [Abm] since last I was a-sailing, _
But I'll not stay another _ day, I'd sooner go a-whaling. _
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors? _
Paid off my score, and then ashore, me money [N] soon was flying
_ With Judy Lee upon my knee, and [Abm] in my ear she's lying.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me new-found friends, me money he spends just as fast as winking
But when I make [Db] to clear the slate, the landlord says,
Keep drinking!
O Lord above, send down [B] a dove with wings as [Abm] sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me pay all gone, me clothes in porn, and Judy said on leaving,
I'm leaving!
Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grieving.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound, and his hand I'll be shaking.
_ _ Tomorrow morn, sail for the horn, just as the dawn is breaking.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
For one last trip, from port I'll ship, but next time round I'm swearing
I'll settle down in my hometown, no more I'll go seafaring. _
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors? _
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats _ _ of them there blokes, _ what sells that beer to sailors?
_ _ _ _ _ Amen. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ This [Ab] dirty town has been my home [Abm] since last I was a-sailing, _
But I'll not stay another _ day, I'd sooner go a-whaling. _
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors? _
Paid off my score, and then ashore, me money [N] soon was flying
_ With Judy Lee upon my knee, and [Abm] in my ear she's lying.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me new-found friends, me money he spends just as fast as winking
But when I make [Db] to clear the slate, the landlord says,
Keep drinking!
O Lord above, send down [B] a dove with wings as [Abm] sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
With me pay all gone, me clothes in porn, and Judy said on leaving,
I'm leaving!
Six months of pay gone in three days, but Judy isn't grieving.
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
When the crimp comes round, I'll take his pound, and his hand I'll be shaking.
_ _ Tomorrow morn, sail for the horn, just as the dawn is breaking.
_ O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors?
For one last trip, from port I'll ship, but next time round I'm swearing
I'll settle down in my hometown, no more I'll go seafaring. _
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats of them there blokes, what sells that beer to sailors? _
O Lord above, send down a dove with wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats _ _ of them there blokes, _ what sells that beer to sailors?
_ _ _ _ _ Amen. _
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