A Liquor Never Brewed
Mischief BrewVersion1
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There was a knockin' at my door
It's the dreaded landlord
He wants his rent and wants it now, he is careless how
He left us in a vacant daze, asking how we got here.
And we retired to slumber but, the glasses never were rinsed.
There was a tappin' on my back
It's the dreaded foreman
I think I see a smile through his teeth and his cigar
He put my hands to work otherwise do nothin'
And I made a thousand things today, I'm sure I'll never use.
There was a ringin' on my phone
I picked it up to answer, they said they were my comrade.
But they couldn't say my name
So I asked them about the sun and moon
And what their thoughts on time were
They hung it up in madness and went on to punch the clock
And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew but, not goblets were used
Besting rum or porter 'tis a liquor never brewed.
Never brewed...
Na na na...
There was a knockin' at my door
It's the dreaded policemen
He had a ticket to enter signed by fools of Sanford laws
And he questioned me on politics and scored my generation
For not respecting elders and lands authority
When the landlord came to knock,
I said "Come back tomorrow
There's more life I'll be living than just slaving for your wage
And to the troop and foreman.
Make yourself the things I don't use.
For I'm off into the forest for a liquor never brewed!"
And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew but, not goblets were used
Besting rum or porter 'tis a liquor never brewed.
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Readable chord sheet for A Liquor Never Brewed by Mischief Brew
[Gm]There was a knockin' at my door [Cm]It's the dreaded lan[Gm]dlord He w[Cm]ants his rent and w[Gm]ants it n[Dm]ow, he is careless [Gm]how He l[Eb]eft us in a vacant d[Bb]aze, as[Cm]king h[Dm]ow [Cm]we got here. A[Gm]nd we retired to sl[Dm]umber but, the gl[Am]asses never were ri[Gm]nsed. T[Gm]here was a tappin' on my back I[Cm]t's the dreaded fo[Gm]reman I t[Cm]hink I see a smile thr[Gm]ough his te[Dm]eth and his ci[Gm]gar He [Eb]put my hands to w[Bb]ork o[Cm]the[Dm]rwi[Cm]se do nothin' A[Gm]nd I made a tho[Dm]usand things to[Am]day, I'm sure I'll never [Gm]use. T[Gm]here was a ringin' on my phone I pi[Cm]cked it up to an[Gm]swer, they s[Dm]aid they were my com[Gm]rade. But t[Eb]hey couldn't say my n[Bb]ame So I a[Eb]sked them about the s[Bb]un and moon And what their tho[Cm]ughts [Dm]on ti[Cm]me were They h[Gm]ung it up in ma[Dm]dness and went [Am]on to punch the c[Gm]lock [Cm]And somewhere there's a sound of someone si[Gm]nging I g[Dm]ot an invitation once to li[Gm]berty They had a mis[Eb]chief brew but, not gob[Gm]lets were used Bes[Am]ting rum or porter 'tis a li[Am]quor never br[Bb]ewed.[Am] Never brewed... [Gm]Na [Gm]na [Cm]na.[Gm].. [Cm] [Gm] [Dm] [Gm] T[Gm]here was a knockin' at my door It's t[Cm]he dreaded poli[Gm]cemen He had a t[Dm]icket to enter signed by f[Gm]ools of Sanford laws And he ques[Eb]tioned me on pol[Bb]itics and sc[Cm]ored [Dm]my gene[Cm]ration For [Gm]not respecting el[Dm]ders and l[Am]ands autho[Gm]rity [Gm]When the landlord came to knock, [Cm]I said "Come back tom[Gm]orrow Th[Cm]ere's more life I'll be li[Gm]ving than just sla[Bb]ving for your wage And [Eb]to the troop and for[Bb]eman. Make you[Eb]rself the th[Bb]ings I d[Am]on't use. For I'm o[Gm]ff into the fo[Dm]rest for a li[Am]quor never bre[Gm]wed!" [Cm]And somewhere there's a sound of someone si[Gm]nging I g[Dm]ot an invitation once to li[Gm]berty They had a mis[Eb]chief brew but, not gob[Gm]lets were used Bes[Am]ting rum or porter 'tis a li[Am]quor never br[Bb]ewed.[Am]