The Drinking Song Acordes de ukelele

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Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 11:27:05 -0800
From: Adam Gaverluk <aggav@zeus.mts-inc.com>
Subject: CRD: drinking_song.crd by Moxy Fruvous
 
Drinking Song
 
Written and Recorded by Moxy Fruvous
>From the album "Bargainville" (WEA CD-93134)
Transcribed by Adam Gaverluk (agaverluk@wwdc.com)
 
 
     F5                C7
\___________/    \___________/
 |_|_|_|_O_|      |_|_|_|_|_|
 |_|_|_|_|_|      |_|_O_O_O_|    Play C5 and A7 as shown
 |_|_O_|_|_|      |_|_|_|_|_O
 |_O_|_|_|_O      |_|_|_|_|_|
 |_|_|_|_|_|      |_|_|_|_|_|
 
No capo
 
Intro and Chorus:
        F    C7     F
And the band played on
 
       F    F5     G
As the helicopters whirred
 
F            C7           F    Dm
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
 
   F      G       F
My senses finally blurred
 
Verse:
C7       F            F5               F
He was a rock, to the end a solid reminder
 
         Dm      C7
Couldn't deny a friend
 
C7              F             F5          F
We lived in the noise and the sweet amber posion
 
Em                          F
Peekin' up the skirt of the end
 
C7       F      F5                        F
And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records
 
          Dm              C7
Much like plates of black food
 
C7               F      F5           F
We filled up our faces, saw some far places
 
Em                       F    C7
Stood on the roof in the nude
 
-Chorus-
 
Verse:
Between poles, he said "we're like cows in the grass"
Brushing off flies
Chaise lounging around standing up, falling down
'Till we no longer opened our eyes
And we'd drink, ever notice how drinking's like war
Cup 'o' troops o'er the gums
To the end of our health a campaign 'gaisnt myself
Armed with bourons and scotches and rums
 
-Chorus-
 
Verse:
Think of bombs, we're poised on the edge of disaster
Whether it's right or it's wrong
We opened the window, played some Nintendo
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song:
 
	F F   F          G     F
	Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
 
        F         C7       F
	Goodnight Irene goodnight Irene
 
             F      C7     F        C7
	I'll see you in my dreams
 
Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction
Flying graceful and free
None but the best cause the man cannot rest
'Till he's finally beaten his me
 
-Chorus-
 
Verse:
'Till the end, he passed out on the sun deck that morning
Quietly saying goodbye
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
Told him he couldn't just die
He was a rock, went straight for his own armageddon
Face froze in a grin
Ambulance flyin' in I never drank again
Can't really call that a loss or a win
 
-Chorus-
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