Chords for The Spinners - Liverpool Judies

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From Liverpool to [C] Frisco a-roving [F] I went, For to stay [C] in that [F] country was my good intent.
But drinking strong [C] whisky like other [F] temples, I was very [Bb] soon shang [F]-eyed back to [Eb] Liverpool [C] singing,
_ _ Roll for [F] this roll, when Liverpool [C] [F] duties have got us in tow.
I shipped in the [C] Alaska, lying out [F] in the bay, We was waiting [C] for the fair wind [F] to get on the way.
The sailors on board, they was [C] all sick [F] and sore, They drunk [Bb] all their [F] whisky and could get [Eb] no more, [C] singing,
_ _ Roll for [F] this roll, when Liverpool [C] _ [F] _
duties have got us in tow.
One night off Cape Horn, [C] I will never [F] forget, And it's [C] oh but a sigh [F] when I think of it yet.
We was going miles under, [C] the [F] sails was all wet, We was running [Bb] twelve knots [F] with the main [Eb] sky so set, [C] singing, _
Roll [F] for this roll, when [C] Liverpool duties [F] have got us in tow.
Well along comes the mate, in his [C] jacket [F] of blue, He's looking [C] for work [F] for the mad laws to do.
And he chops up some [C] halyards, he loudly [F] does roar, And lay [Bb] aloft, Harry, [F] you son of [Eb] a [C] horse, singing, _
_ Roll for [F] this roll, when Liverpool [C] [F] duties _ _ _ _ have got us _ [C] [F] in tow.
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_ _ Well now we've arrived back [C] in [F] Brambley Moor Dock, And all [C] the flesh duties [F] to the peer edu clock.
Our barrels run dry, [C] and me six [F] quid advance, And I think [C] it's high time [F] for the get [Eb] up and dance, [C] singing, _
Roll [F] for this roll, _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ _ when Liverpool duties have got us in tow.
Here's a help to our captain, [C] wherever he [F] may be, He's a devil [C] on land, [F] and a fuck all would see.
For us, for that first [C] mate, the lousy [F] Albrook, We hope when he [Bb] dies, [F] straight to [Eb] hell, he'll sky you, [C] singing,
Roll _ [F] for this roll, when Liverpool duties have got us in tow. _ _
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