Chords for Stick To The Cratur (Poteen)
Tempo:
138.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
Ab
Db
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers,
while curing their vapors, the scratch of the gout.
With their powders and potions, their scents and lotions,
they're honing their notions, their mighty put on.
Would you know [G] the truth?
Is it to bother pathetic,
and pitch to the devil, cram, call it, can't win?
You'll find it, I think, if you take a [Ab] big drink,
put your mouth to the brink of a [Db]
glass of gin.
[A] Then speak to the crater of the [G] best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh, a quack for the ration, no dose in the nation,
can give consolation like whiskey may boil.
[Ab] Come, guess me this, ribby, what be pipe and fiddles?
What's stronger than mustard or milder than cream?
What best with your whistle?
What's clearer than [G] crystal,
sweeter than honey and stronger than steam?
What will [N] make the dumb talk?
What will make the lame walk?
What's the elixir of life and philosophy for stone?
And what has Mr.
Brunel to ding the tin stone?
It sure wasn't that whiskey from Alden.
[G] Then speak to the crater of the best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising [N] your joys.
Oh, Lord, I'd not wonder if lightning and thunder
was made from the plunger of whiskey may boil.
while curing their vapors, the scratch of the gout.
With their powders and potions, their scents and lotions,
they're honing their notions, their mighty put on.
Would you know [G] the truth?
Is it to bother pathetic,
and pitch to the devil, cram, call it, can't win?
You'll find it, I think, if you take a [Ab] big drink,
put your mouth to the brink of a [Db]
glass of gin.
[A] Then speak to the crater of the [G] best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh, a quack for the ration, no dose in the nation,
can give consolation like whiskey may boil.
[Ab] Come, guess me this, ribby, what be pipe and fiddles?
What's stronger than mustard or milder than cream?
What best with your whistle?
What's clearer than [G] crystal,
sweeter than honey and stronger than steam?
What will [N] make the dumb talk?
What will make the lame walk?
What's the elixir of life and philosophy for stone?
And what has Mr.
Brunel to ding the tin stone?
It sure wasn't that whiskey from Alden.
[G] Then speak to the crater of the best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising [N] your joys.
Oh, Lord, I'd not wonder if lightning and thunder
was made from the plunger of whiskey may boil.
Key:
G
Ab
Db
A
G
Ab
Db
A
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers,
while curing their vapors, the scratch of the gout.
With their powders and potions, their scents and lotions,
they're honing their notions, their mighty put on.
_ Would you know [G] the truth?
Is it to bother pathetic,
and pitch to the devil, cram, call it, can't win?
_ You'll find it, I think, if you take a [Ab] big drink,
put your mouth to the brink of a [Db]
glass of gin.
_ [A] Then speak to the crater of the [G] best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh, a quack for the ration, no dose in the nation,
can give _ consolation like whiskey may boil. _ _
[Ab] Come, guess me this, ribby, what be pipe and fiddles?
What's stronger than mustard or milder than cream?
What best with your whistle?
What's clearer than [G] crystal,
sweeter than honey and stronger than steam?
_ What will [N] make the dumb talk?
What will make the lame walk?
What's the elixir of life and philosophy for stone?
And what has Mr.
Brunel to ding the tin stone?
It sure wasn't that whiskey from Alden. _ _
_ [G] Then speak to the crater of the best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising [N] your joys.
Oh, Lord, I'd not wonder if lightning and thunder
was made from the plunger of whiskey may boil. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
while curing their vapors, the scratch of the gout.
With their powders and potions, their scents and lotions,
they're honing their notions, their mighty put on.
_ Would you know [G] the truth?
Is it to bother pathetic,
and pitch to the devil, cram, call it, can't win?
_ You'll find it, I think, if you take a [Ab] big drink,
put your mouth to the brink of a [Db]
glass of gin.
_ [A] Then speak to the crater of the [G] best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising your joys.
Oh, a quack for the ration, no dose in the nation,
can give _ consolation like whiskey may boil. _ _
[Ab] Come, guess me this, ribby, what be pipe and fiddles?
What's stronger than mustard or milder than cream?
What best with your whistle?
What's clearer than [G] crystal,
sweeter than honey and stronger than steam?
_ What will [N] make the dumb talk?
What will make the lame walk?
What's the elixir of life and philosophy for stone?
And what has Mr.
Brunel to ding the tin stone?
It sure wasn't that whiskey from Alden. _ _
_ [G] Then speak to the crater of the best thing in nature,
for stinking your sorrows and raising [N] your joys.
Oh, Lord, I'd not wonder if lightning and thunder
was made from the plunger of whiskey may boil. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _