Chords for Son Of A Scoundrel - Kris Kristofferson - Ned Kelly (Original Soundtrack by Shel Silverstein)
Tempo:
91.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [B] [E] [B] [E] [B]
[E] Big Barney Fitch he got suddenly ripped, bought a big fancy [B] house in Melbourne,
With buckets of lute and big black buck of boots,
Actin' so [E] haughty and well-born.
But we of Australia we're children of convicts, And some of us wear it [B] quite proudly,
So when he rides by in his carriage so fine, I wave and I [E] shout to him loudly,
Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
Molly McKay she got sweet lovin' ways, And I know that she [B] does adore me,
But her parents they feel it would be a bad deal,
They say that she's [E] much too good for me.
So we said goodbye with a tear in our eye, They were smilin' and [A] glad of the [B] breakin',
They didn't look so proud when I shouted out loud,
Till that whole bloody [E] town was awakenin'.
Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
Was your grandma a [B] whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of [A] Australia I know who you [B] be,
You're the son of a son of a [Eb] [E] scoundrel like me.
[N]
[E] Big Barney Fitch he got suddenly ripped, bought a big fancy [B] house in Melbourne,
With buckets of lute and big black buck of boots,
Actin' so [E] haughty and well-born.
But we of Australia we're children of convicts, And some of us wear it [B] quite proudly,
So when he rides by in his carriage so fine, I wave and I [E] shout to him loudly,
Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
Molly McKay she got sweet lovin' ways, And I know that she [B] does adore me,
But her parents they feel it would be a bad deal,
They say that she's [E] much too good for me.
So we said goodbye with a tear in our eye, They were smilin' and [A] glad of the [B] breakin',
They didn't look so proud when I shouted out loud,
Till that whole bloody [E] town was awakenin'.
Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
Was your grandma a [B] whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of [A] Australia I know who you [B] be,
You're the son of a son of a [Eb] [E] scoundrel like me.
[N]
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[E] _ [B] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ _ Big Barney Fitch he got suddenly ripped, bought a big fancy [B] house in Melbourne,
With buckets of lute and big black buck of boots,
Actin' so [E] haughty and well-born.
But we of Australia we're children of convicts, And some of us wear it [B] quite proudly,
So when he rides by in his carriage so fine, I wave and I [E] shout to him loudly,
_ Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
_ _ _ _ Molly McKay she got sweet lovin' ways, And I know that she [B] does adore me,
But her parents they feel it would be a bad deal,
They say that she's [E] much too good for me.
So we said goodbye with a tear in our eye, They were smilin' and [A] glad of the [B] breakin',
They didn't look so proud when I shouted out loud,
Till that whole bloody [E] town was _ awakenin'.
Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
_ _ Was your grandma a [B] whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of [A] Australia I know who you [B] be,
You're the son of a son of a [Eb] [E] scoundrel like me. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ Big Barney Fitch he got suddenly ripped, bought a big fancy [B] house in Melbourne,
With buckets of lute and big black buck of boots,
Actin' so [E] haughty and well-born.
But we of Australia we're children of convicts, And some of us wear it [B] quite proudly,
So when he rides by in his carriage so fine, I wave and I [E] shout to him loudly,
_ Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
_ _ _ _ Molly McKay she got sweet lovin' ways, And I know that she [B] does adore me,
But her parents they feel it would be a bad deal,
They say that she's [E] much too good for me.
So we said goodbye with a tear in our eye, They were smilin' and [A] glad of the [B] breakin',
They didn't look so proud when I shouted out loud,
Till that whole bloody [E] town was _ awakenin'.
Was your grandma [B] a whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of Australia [A] I know who you be,
[B] You're the son of a son of a scoundrel [E] like me.
_ _ Was your grandma a [B] whore, was your grandpa a thief,
Were they forgers and [E] grabbers who fell to their grief?
If you're born of [A] Australia I know who you [B] be,
You're the son of a son of a [Eb] [E] scoundrel like me. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _