Rotten Town by Ludo

Ludo
Rotten Town
Prepare the Preparations 


      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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