Chords for The Good Brothers Battle of New Orleans
Tempo:
89.35 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [A] 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4,
In 1914 [D] we took a little trip [E] along the coast [A] to Delacroix.
There was a little lady [D] named Miss Littlefinger,
[E] a bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
Fire and ice, and the big trap, and the big leather,
and I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Delacroix.
I'm Mrs.
Davis and the competition's over.
Hey!
Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[E] He'd been in the front of the house, he'd [A] been to many islands.
He'd been around the back of [D] the seat facing the ground.
[E] He'd opened up a squirrel, but it [A] really came out loud.
He fired a gun, but it really came out yellow.
He's a man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Newcombe.
I'm Mrs.
[E] Davis and [A] the competition's over.
Hey!
I'm half to the thousand, I'm half to the thousand,
I'm half to [E] [A] the
Three and so fast, I can't half forget.
And I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove.
Well, across the [D] river, we can see the British [E] town.
One of more than a [A] hundred of them, living on the ground.
It's not so [D] high, and I can't get giggles back.
[E] Slaves out of cotton [A] mills, and they don't say a thing.
I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
Well, we're firing our cannons [D] to the pound, nothing's found.
[E] So we got an alligator, [A] and we're going on around.
He's got his heavy cannon, [D] and he'll never get behind.
[E] When I was head of battle, [A] I'm a gator, and I said,
Hey, I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He's a [B] man that's a-workin' [A] the leather.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
Yeah!
Cannon to the family, cannon to the boys who wear a rosary.
And so I set the hammer to the kitchen.
I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Sound off.
Sound off!
In 1914 [D] we took a little trip [E] along the coast [A] to Delacroix.
There was a little lady [D] named Miss Littlefinger,
[E] a bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
Fire and ice, and the big trap, and the big leather,
and I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Delacroix.
I'm Mrs.
Davis and the competition's over.
Hey!
Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[E] He'd been in the front of the house, he'd [A] been to many islands.
He'd been around the back of [D] the seat facing the ground.
[E] He'd opened up a squirrel, but it [A] really came out loud.
He fired a gun, but it really came out yellow.
He's a man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Newcombe.
I'm Mrs.
[E] Davis and [A] the competition's over.
Hey!
I'm half to the thousand, I'm half to the thousand,
I'm half to [E] [A] the
Three and so fast, I can't half forget.
And I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove.
Well, across the [D] river, we can see the British [E] town.
One of more than a [A] hundred of them, living on the ground.
It's not so [D] high, and I can't get giggles back.
[E] Slaves out of cotton [A] mills, and they don't say a thing.
I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
Well, we're firing our cannons [D] to the pound, nothing's found.
[E] So we got an alligator, [A] and we're going on around.
He's got his heavy cannon, [D] and he'll never get behind.
[E] When I was head of battle, [A] I'm a gator, and I said,
Hey, I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He's a [B] man that's a-workin' [A] the leather.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
Yeah!
Cannon to the family, cannon to the boys who wear a rosary.
And so I set the hammer to the kitchen.
I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Sound off.
Sound off!
Key:
A
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D
B
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B
_ _ [E] _ [A] 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4,
In 1914 [D] we took a little trip [E] along the coast [A] to Delacroix.
There was a little lady [D] named Miss Littlefinger,
[E] a bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
Fire and ice, and the big trap, and the big leather,
and I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Delacroix.
I'm Mrs.
Davis and the competition's over.
_ _ Hey! _
_ Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[E] He'd been in the front of the house, he'd [A] been to many islands.
He'd been around the back of [D] the seat facing the ground.
[E] He'd opened up a squirrel, but it [A] really came out loud.
He fired a gun, but it really came out yellow.
He's a man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Newcombe.
I'm Mrs.
[E] Davis and [A] the competition's over.
_ _ _ Hey!
_ I'm half to the thousand, I'm half to the thousand,
I'm half to [E] _ [A] the_
Three and so fast, I can't half forget.
And I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, across the [D] river, we can see the British [E] town.
One of more than a [A] hundred of them, living on the ground.
It's not so [D] high, and I can't get giggles back.
[E] Slaves out of cotton [A] mills, and they don't say a thing.
I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, we're firing our cannons [D] to the pound, nothing's found.
[E] So we got an alligator, [A] and we're going on around.
He's got his heavy cannon, [D] and he'll never get behind.
[E] When I was head of battle, [A] I'm a gator, and I said,
Hey, I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He's a [B] man that's a-workin' [A] the leather.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
_ _ _ _ Yeah!
Cannon _ _ _ to the family, cannon to the boys who wear a rosary.
And so I set the hammer to the kitchen.
I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Sound off. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Sound off! _ _
In 1914 [D] we took a little trip [E] along the coast [A] to Delacroix.
There was a little lady [D] named Miss Littlefinger,
[E] a bloody British in [A] the town of Newark.
Fire and ice, and the big trap, and the big leather,
and I'm the man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Delacroix.
I'm Mrs.
Davis and the competition's over.
_ _ Hey! _
_ Oh, the hippie, he said, [D] we could make a lot of friends.
[E] He'd been in the front of the house, he'd [A] been to many islands.
He'd been around the back of [D] the seat facing the ground.
[E] He'd opened up a squirrel, but it [A] really came out loud.
He fired a gun, but it really came out yellow.
He's a man that's a-workin' the leather.
Five months more and I'll make it to Newcombe.
I'm Mrs.
[E] Davis and [A] the competition's over.
_ _ _ Hey!
_ I'm half to the thousand, I'm half to the thousand,
I'm half to [E] _ [A] the_
Three and so fast, I can't half forget.
And I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, across the [D] river, we can see the British [E] town.
One of more than a [A] hundred of them, living on the ground.
It's not so [D] high, and I can't get giggles back.
[E] Slaves out of cotton [A] mills, and they don't say a thing.
I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, we're firing our cannons [D] to the pound, nothing's found.
[E] So we got an alligator, [A] and we're going on around.
He's got his heavy cannon, [D] and he'll never get behind.
[E] When I was head of battle, [A] I'm a gator, and I said,
Hey, I fired a gun, and I'm pretty yellow.
He's a [B] man that's a-workin' [A] the leather.
Five months more and then you can get to running.
I'm Mississippi [E] to the dollar, [A] Missy Cove.
_ _ _ _ Yeah!
Cannon _ _ _ to the family, cannon to the boys who wear a rosary.
And so I set the hammer to the kitchen.
I'm Mississippi to the dollar, Missy Cove. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Shoot, can't shoot no more.
Sound off. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Sound off! _ _