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Rotten Town by Ludo
Rotten Town
Am Dm
'Twas quite the inky black night
C E7 Am
All the weather vanes were turning and the constable was burning out his light
Am Dm
When lo our anchors went down, barnacle bound
C E7 Am
The men were up and churning yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
Dm E/E7
And oh, the flames were as gold
Am Dm C E7
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
Am Dm C E7 Am
What have I become? A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town
Am Dm
It's been a fortnight or two
C E7 Am
The mutineers are plotting 'gainst the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
Am
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town
Dm
Were reconnoitering with blades and guns
C E7 Am
The ale had started spilling yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
Dm E/E7
And oh, the streets burned with gold
Dm E/E7
But oh, my bones were so cold
Am Dm C E7
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
Am Dm C E7
What have I become? A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town
Am
I stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the square
Dm
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
C Dm
From some foul inebriates, some men I used to call my mates
E7 Am
Who were lost in song and this is what they sang
Am C E7
They sang, "Hey, heigh, yo, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go!
Am Dm
Drinking till we all get sick and coming up with limericks
E7 Am
But we never quite remember how they end
Am Dm C E7
I can see my childhood home, I think of my dear old mum
Am
What have I become?
Repeat the chorus and that's it!
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version 2
Am Dm Am E Am Am
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(The above is played for the first verse and the first half of the second verse)
Verse 1:
Am Dm
'Twas quite the inky black night
Am
All the weather vanes were turning
E Am
And the constable was burning out his light
Am Dm
When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound
Am
The men were up and churning
E Am
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
Walkup
Am G Am
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Prechorus:
Dm E
And oh the flames were as gold
Chorus:
Am F
I scowl at the angry moon
C G
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
Am
What have I become
F E
A drunken maroon run aground
Am Am Am E Am
In this rotten town
Verse 2:
Am Dm
It's been a fortnight or two
Am
The mutineers are plotting against
E Am
the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
(palm mute)
Am
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town were
Dm
reconnoitering with blades and gun
Am
But the ale had started spilling
E Am
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
(walkup)
Prechorus 2:
Dm E
And all the streets burned with gold,
Dm E
But, oh, my bones were so cold
Chorus: (slightly different)
Am F
I scowl at the angry moon
C G
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
Am
What have I become
F C
A drunken maroon run aground
G E
In this rotten town
Bridge:
A
I stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
E
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
A
From some foul inebriates
D
Some men I used to call my mates
A E A
Were lost in song and this is what they sang
They sang,
A E
"Heigh, hi, yo, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go
A
Drinking 'till we all get sick
D
And coming up with limericks
A E A
But we never quite remember how they end"
F#m D
I can see my childhood home
A E
I think of my dear old mum
Am Am Am E Am
What have I become
Chorus: (same chords as the first chorus)
I scowl at the angry moon
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon)
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (In this rotten)
In this rotten, In this rotten town
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version 3
Intro
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repeat from here
'Twas quite the inky black night
All the weather vanes were turning
And the constable was burning out his light
When low our anchors went down, barnacle bound
The men were up and churning
Yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
And oh the flames were as gold
I scour at the angry moon
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town
It's been a fortnight or two
The mutant ears are plotting against the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs
Who went to town were reconnoitering with blades and guns
But the ale had started spilling
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
And all the streets burned with gold,
Baha'ullah my bones were so cold
I scour at the angry moon
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town
I still walk down the harbor to the tavern on the square
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
From some foul inebriates
Some men I used to call my mates
Were lost in song and this is what they sang
They sang
Hey, hi, oh, ho
O'er the Atlantic we go
Drinking 'til we all get sick
And coming up with limericks
But we never quite remember how they end
I can see my childhood home
I think of my dear old mum
What have I become
I scour at the angry moon
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (I scour at the angry moon)
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (I scour at the angry moon)
I am sick on myself I'm a bum
What have I become
A drunken maroon run aground
In this rotten town (in this rotten)
In this rotten, in this rotten
Town
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