Chords for The Rumjacks - Fact'ry Jack (Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ Well Jack [D] Drury worked at the brewery, loading [Dm] them bottles and [Em] cans.
But soon as he made him, he crashed six [C] minstrels and Jacky's two [D] good hands.
[G] So they killed the [D] lights and drained the [C] doors, they were thrashed back [D] from a body who'd
brought [Em] soul for three whole days.
The cop rats had [C] made a great income [D] this star.
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_ _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ Jacky were a hell [D] of a clown, [C] even the Magi years ago, no [Em] writing down.
The Magi were a real human, rough [C] cut diamond, there were [D] never many [G] around.
Except [D] Angus Waston, only [C] you fell.
It's the [D] only oldest [Em] truth, that was a kid's true hell, but a god of well [C]-hound, a cupid
[D] on his roof.
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Oh dear, what can the matter, these seven young men, they were locked in a factory.
They were there from Thursday to Saturday, [D] oh [G] what a horrid affair.
Oh dear, what can [C] the matter, these seven young [G] men, they were locked in a factory.
They were there from Thursday to Saturday, [D] oh what a [G] horrid affair.
He said the black people and the [C] white, should be [D] cooking up tonight.
[Em] Make a pretty little crowd, skin [C] babies, oh with the one [D] less reason to [G] fight.
Don't set [D] your watch, but set your [C] crates on fire, [D] required a build [Em] on.
The sacred lands on tidal [C] sands are the hearts of [D] foolish girls.
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Oh dear, what can the [C] matter, these seven young [G] men, they were locked in a factory.
They were there from Thursday to [C] Saturday, oh [G] what a horrid affair.
Oh dear, what can the matter, these seven young men, they were locked in a factory.
They were there from Thursday to Saturday, [D] oh what [G] a snorry affair. _ _
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_ _ _ _ They say Saturday [D] child, what's a long hard [C] day, and I'm giving it [Dm] all I can give.
[Em] Check your stuff, try to sell me a funeral plan, [C] I've only got to learn how [D] to live.
[G] So, pack the [D] dutchie, wreck the whole [C] thing, pump the child [D] off of his pulse.
And [Em] get cracking on the way to keep people [C] happy.
[D] Just say one, two.
_ _ [G] Oh dear, what can [C] the matter, these seven [G] young men, they were locked in a factory.
They were there from Thursday to Saturday, [D] oh what [G] a horrid affair.
Oh dear, what can [C] the matter, these seven young [G] men, they were locked in a factory.
They were there from Thursday to Saturday, [D] oh what a [G] snorry affair. _ _
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