Wee Small Hours Acordes

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                  "In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence"
                      (Gary Brooker - Keith Reid)
 
Intro:
 
	C
	/  [drum fill]
 
Verse 1:
 
	        C                  Fm
	In the wee small hours of sixpence
	         C             Fm
	And the lighted chandelier
	          Dm   Em        F     C
	Stands a rusty    old retainer
	          Abdim [N.C.]          C/G
	Whose old eyes are filled with tears
 
	For his master, good Sir Gallant
	Who is now off to the wars
	And although his eyes are crying
	We know grief is not the cause
 
Chorus 1:
 
	         F     F#dim     C
	And if grief is not the reason
	        F     F#dim     C
	He must be of sterner stuff
	          F              Am/E  Dm
	And his sword, though old and rusty
	          G       /F     /E    /D
	Must be blunt as sharp enough
 
Verse 2:
 
	In the wee small hours of sixpence
	And the broken windowpane
	Stand the remnants of the evening
	Who are waiting all in vain
 
	For the crowing of the cockroach
	Sure as morning is not night
	But the air is filled with silence
	And the day bright is not light
 
Chorus 2:
 
	But still darkness is no reason
	We are men of sterner stuff
	And our swords, though old and rusty
	Still are blunt as sharp enough
 
Instrumental break [key changes to D]:
 
	D        Bm       D/A       Bm
	/ / / /   / / / /   / / / /   / / / /
	G   Bm/F# Em        A   /G   /F#  /E
	/ / / /   / / / /   / / / /   / / / /
 
Verse 3:
 
	        D                 Gm
	In the wee small hours of sixpence
	         D                Gm
	And the hat stand in the hall
	         Em  F#m          G       D
	Waiting only     for the morning
	        Bbdim [N.C.]        D/A
	Shadows flitting 'cross the wall
 
	And perhaps that old retainer
	Who now giving of his all
	May have once been just as we are
	And now has no face at all
 
Chorus 3:
 
	            G      G#dim     D
	But still grief was not the reason
	        G      G#dim     D
	He was made of sterner stuff
	          G              Bm/F# Em
	And his sword, though old and rusty
	            A       /G     /F#   /E
	Still was blunt as sharp enough
 
	D       Bm        D [end cold]
	/ / / /  / / / /  /
 
 
-- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers
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