Chords for the sideboard lyrics

Tempo:
126.15 bpm
Chords used:

C

G

F

D

Cm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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the sideboard lyrics chords
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[C]
I phoned up last night, she was going down, she [F] was in a tent up pulling out,
and we had your sister, all in a scruffy look and [G] said,
Papa [F] don't give a [C] muck.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't [G] care if he comes round here,
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let mama sort [C] it out if he comes round here.
I said to me mother, let me have a talk with that so he comes to [G] the telephone,
he wasn't half-assed, she's got no shit to sit in a little pound,
if he comes round here, then [C] it's gonna be a row.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care [G] if he comes round here,
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let Mama [C] sort it out if he comes round here.
I know there's someone else, you know he's never got a job,
he hangs around the business [G] shop, a laissez-lure little yonk mother says
calm down Dad, he's alright, they're out [Cm] there [C] snookin' in the cottage all night.
I don't care, I don't care, [Dm] I don't [G] care if he comes round here,
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let mama sort it [C] out if he comes round here.
I've got my beer in a [G] sideboard here, let mama sort it out if he comes round here.
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let mama sort it out if [C] he comes around here.
He was a tramp with a stubble on his chin, he [F] looks like [G] someone to the catwalk
He never got no money, spoke for my fags, got holes in [C] his soul, didn't he think he'd be red?
On top of that he said a jolly well, I got the ump shot a skinny [G] little bitty now
He's sticking out the front now, trapping his feet to fit, and she's a running out of clothes
And he keeps me [C] taking liberties and I punch him on the nose
But I don't care, I don't care, I [G] don't care if he comes round here
I've got my beer in the side pool dear, let the mother sort [C] it out if he comes round here
If he comes round here
I've got my beer, let the mother sort [G] it out in the side pool dear
I've got my beer, let the mother sort it out
I don't [C] care if he comes round here
If [G]
[C]
[G]
[D] [C] he comes round
[D] [G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G]
[C]
[G] here
[C]
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[Gm] [G]
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[C] [D] [A] [N]
Key:  
C
3211
G
2131
F
134211111
D
1321
Cm
13421113
C
3211
G
2131
F
134211111
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Let's start jamming Chas N Dave - (Got My Beer in the Sideboard Here) The Sideboard Song chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - C, G and C in sequence. To master the tempo, it's wise to start at 63 BPM before aiming for the song's 126 BPM. Considering the song's key of C Major, position your capo to suit your vocal and chord preferences.

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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I phoned up last night, she was going down, she [F] was in a tent up pulling out,
and we had your sister, all in a scruffy look and [G] said,
Papa [F] don't give a [C] muck.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't [G] care if he comes round here,
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let mama sort [C] it out if he comes round here.
I said to me mother, let me have a talk with that so he comes to [G] the telephone,
he wasn't half-assed, she's got no shit to sit in a little pound,
if he comes round here, then [C] it's gonna be a row.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care [G] if he comes round here,
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let Mama [C] sort it out if he comes round here.
I know there's someone else, you know he's never got a job,
he hangs around the business [G] shop, a laissez-lure little yonk mother says
calm down Dad, he's alright, they're out [Cm] there [C] snookin' in the cottage all night.
I don't care, I don't care, [Dm] I don't [G] care if he comes round here,
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let mama sort it [C] out if he comes round here.
I've got my beer in a [G] sideboard here, let mama sort it out if he comes round here.
I've got my beer in a sideboard here, let mama sort it out if [C] he comes around here.
He was a tramp with a stubble on his chin, he [F] looks like [G] someone to the catwalk
He never got no money, spoke for my fags, got holes in [C] his soul, didn't he think he'd be red?
On top of that he said a jolly well, I got the ump shot a skinny [G] little bitty now
He's sticking out the front now, trapping his feet to fit, and she's a running out of clothes
And he keeps me [C] taking liberties and I punch him on the nose
But I don't care, I don't care, I [G] don't care if he comes round here
I've got my beer in the side pool dear, let the mother sort [C] it out if he comes round here
If he comes round here
I've got my beer, let the mother sort [G] it out in the side pool dear
I've got my beer, let the mother sort it out
I don't [C] care if he comes round here
If _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ [C] he comes round _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ here _
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_ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ [N] _

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