Rotten Town Acoustic
LudoVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Am
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---------2---------------0-3-7---0-3-7---2-------2-------2-------2-----|
-0-0-0---0-3-7---0-3-7---------0-------0-0-3-7---2-------0-3-7---0-----|
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(The above is played for the first verse and the first half of the second verse)
'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
Walkup
Am
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|--2--2--0--2--|
|--2--2--5-----|
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And oh the flames were as gold
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
It's been a fortnight or two
The mutineers are plotting against
the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
(palm mute)
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town were
reconnoitering with blades and gun
But the ale had started spilling
Yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
(walkup)
And all the streets burned with gold,
But, oh, my bones were so cold
(slightly different)
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 stumble 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,
"Heigh, hi, yo, ho! O'er the Atlantic we go
Drinking 'till 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
(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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Readable chord sheet for Rotten Town Acoustic by Ludo
[Am] [Dm] [Am] [E] [Am] [Am] ---------0---------------1---------------0-------0-------0-------0-----| ---------1---------------3---------------1-------0-------1-------1-----| ---------2---------------2---------------2-------1-------2-------2-----| ---------2---------------0-3-7---0-3-7---2-------2-------2-------2-----| -0-0-0---0-3-7---0-3-7---------0-------0-0-3-7---2-------0-3-7---0-----| -------0-------0-------0-----------------------0-0-4-7-4-------0-------| (The above is played for the first verse and the first half of the second verse) 'Twas [Am]quite the inky black [Dm]night All the [Am]weather vanes were turning And the [E]constable was burning out his [Am]light When [Am]low our anchors went [Dm]down, barnacle bound The [Am]men were up and churning Yes, and [E]soon the square was burning to the [Am]ground Walkup [Am] [G] [Am] |-----------0--| |--1--1--3--1--| |--2--2--0--2--| |--2--2--5-----| |--0--0--------| |--------------| And [Dm]oh the flames were as [E]gold I scowl at the [Am]angry m[F]oon I am [C]sick on myself I'm a [G]bum What have I be[Am]come A drunken ma[F]roon run ag[E]round In this rotten [Am]town [Am] [Am] [E] [Am] It's [Am]been a fortnight or [Dm]two The [Am]mutineers are plotting against the [E]captain as I'm rotting in the [Am]goo (palm mute) The [Am]constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town were [Dm]reconnoitering with blades and gun But the [Am]ale had started spilling Yes, and [E]soon the crew was killing every[Am]one (walkup) And [Dm]all the streets burned with [E]gold, But, [Dm]oh, my bones were so [E]cold (slightly different) I scowl at the [Am]angry m[F]oon I am [C]sick on myself I'm a [G]bum What have I be[Am]come A drunken ma[F]roon run ag[C]round [G]In this rotten [E]town I [A]stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square And heard a raucous ruckus as it [E]rang [A]From some foul inebriates Some [D]men I used to call my mates Were [A]lost in song and [E]this is what they [A]sang They sang, "H[A]eigh, hi, yo, ho! O'er the Atlantic we [E]go [A]Drinking 'till we all get sick And [D]coming up with limericks But we [A]never quite re[E]member how they [A]end" I can [F#m]see my childhood [D]home I [A]think of my dear old [E]mum What have I be[Am]come [Am] [Am] [E] [Am] (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