Chords for Sandy Denny-Rigs Of Time (At Eltham Well Hall Open Theatre UK May 8, 1972) rare

Tempo:
70.65 bpm
Chords used:

C#

F#

G#

C#m

D#m

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Sandy Denny-Rigs Of Time (At Eltham Well Hall Open Theatre UK  May 8, 1972) rare chords
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Hello
[N]
This [F#] way, I've got it Go, panic
[A#]
[N]
[C#] Here's first to the butcher
I must bring him in
Charge his fore-farms a pound
And [G#] he thinks it no [C#] sin
Puts his thumb on the scales
Which makes it go down
And swears it's good white
Yet it lacks half a pound I'll sing
Harnessees, all out
To the butcher
[G#] These are the rigs of the time, time to buy.
[C#] These are the rigs of the time.
Now his next to the baker must bring him in.
[F#] Charge his top [C#] and sell out when he thinks it no sin.
When he do bring it in it's no bigger than your fist.
And the top of the loaf is all covered in yea's tossing.
Honesty's all out to fatten.
These are the rigs of the time, time to buy.
These are the rigs of the time.
Now his next to the landlord will must bring him in.
Charge his top and [C#m] supply him when he thinks it no sin.
When [D#m] he do bring it in all charity's short.
From the top of the pouch is all covered [G#] in froth.
Oh, sing [C#] honesty's all out [D#m] to fatten.
These are the [C#] rigs of the time, time to buy.
These are the rigs of the time.
[Gm] [N] Now the best of all plans that comes to me mind.
Is to set them [D#] all up in a high gale of wind.
[F#] For [C#m] the cold it will burst, sure as the contundent downpours.
Singing honesty's [C#] all out to fatten.
These are the rigs of the time, time to buy.
These are the rigs of the time.
[N]
Key:  
C#
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F#
134211112
G#
134211114
C#m
13421114
D#m
13421116
C#
12341114
F#
134211112
G#
134211114
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Hello _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ This [F#] way, I've got it Go, panic
[A#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [C#] Here's first to the butcher
I must bring him in
Charge his fore-farms a pound
And [G#] he thinks it no [C#] sin
Puts his thumb on the scales
Which makes it go down
And swears it's good white
Yet it lacks half a pound I'll sing
Harnessees, all out
To the butcher
_ [G#] These are the rigs of the time, time to buy.
_ [C#] These are the rigs of the time.
Now his next to the baker must bring him in.
[F#] Charge his top [C#] and sell out when he thinks it no sin.
When he do bring it in it's no bigger than your fist.
And the top of the loaf is all covered in yea's tossing.
Honesty's all out to fatten.
These are the rigs of the time, time to buy.
_ These are the rigs of the time.
Now his next to the landlord will must bring him in.
Charge his top and [C#m] supply him when he thinks it no sin.
When [D#m] he do bring it in all charity's short.
From the top of the pouch is all covered [G#] in froth.
Oh, sing [C#] honesty's all out [D#m] to fatten.
These are the [C#] rigs of the time, time to buy.
_ _ These are the rigs of the time.
[Gm] _ _ _ [N] Now the best of all plans that comes to me mind.
Is to set them [D#] all up in a high gale of wind.
[F#] _ For [C#m] the cold it will burst, sure as the contundent downpours.
Singing honesty's [C#] all out to fatten.
These are the rigs of the time, time to buy.
_ _ These are the rigs of the time.
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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