Billy Morgan
The Men They Couldn't HangVersion1
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Morgan, the man with no tan comes in on the midday train
Takes a room in a pensione down by the beach
Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets beside it
Four bullets, two men, it's certain with two bullets each
Down in the town the old men sit round by the harbour
Watch as the tourists break all etiquette in the bars
At twilight the festival starts with a feast in the plaza
Followed by music and wine, fireworks and cigars
Twilight arrives, the streets come alive
The Mayor and the Chief watch it begin
A girl on a bike turns very businesslike
Leaves 50 grand and a pardon for the sins
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
On Morgan's cheap TV the ministers agree at the summit
In a room straight above there's a couple making love with a cheer
Out across the water the statue of Christ throws a shadow
It falls across the city to the window of the volunteer
On the Avenue de France a beggar does a dance
Sells chocolate to the marching men in masks
The Guardia Civile get a tip about a kill
Morgan doubts but no-one's out to ask
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
The festival's begun; Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacket
Walks towards the plaza singing "Boys of the Old Brigade"
Is followed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at a corner
Lifts his hands like the statue and dies in the fusillade
Now the gunfire's heard, someone gives the word
Fireworks crash, the marching band turns right
Someone in a mask throws a bomb and does the task
Rides off with a girl on the back of a motorbike
Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli
You can taste your death in every silent breath
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Fear the curse, thought the enemy
Fear the curse, thought the enemy...
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Readable chord sheet for Billy Morgan by The Men They Couldn't Hang
[Am] [Am]Morgan, the man with no t[G]an comes in on the m[Am]idday train Takes a room in a pensione down by the [G]beach [Am]Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets b[G]eside it [Em] Four [Am]bullets, two men, it's c[G]ertain with [Em]two bullets e[Am]ach [Am]Down in the town the o[G]ld men sit round by the [Am]harbour Watch as the tourists break all etiquette in the [G]bars At t[Am]wilight the festival starts with a feast in the p[G]laza [Em] [Am]Followed by music and w[G]ine, fi[Em]reworks and c[Am]igars [F]Twilight a[Em]rrives, the st[Am]reets come alive The [F]Mayor and the C[Em]hief watch it be[Am]gin A g[F]irl on a [G]bike turns v[Am]ery businesslike Leaves [Bb]50 grand and a pardon for the [A]sins [C] Goodb[G]ye Billy M[Am]organ. [C]Known from Amster[G]dam to Tripol[Am]i [C]You can taste your d[G]eath in [Am]every silent [Em]breath [Am]Fear the curse[Em], thought the enem[Am]y On M[Am]organ's cheap TV the m[G]inisters agree at the s[Am]ummit In a room straight above there's a couple making love with a [G]cheer [Am]Out across the water the statue of Christ throws a sh[G]adow [Em] It f[Am]alls across the city to the w[G]indow o[Em]f the vol[Am]unteer On the [F]Avenue de [Em]France a b[Am]eggar does a dance Sells c[F]hocolate to the m[Em]arching men in [Am]masks The Gu[F]ardia C[G]ivile get a [Am]tip about a kill M[Bb]organ doubts but no-one's out to a[A]sk [C] Goodb[G]ye Billy M[Am]organ. [C]Known from Amster[G]dam to Tripol[Am]i [C]You can taste your d[G]eath in [Am]every silent [Em]breath [Am]Fear the curse[Em], thought the enem[Am]y The fes[Am]tival's begun; Mo[G]rgan tucks the gun inside his [Am]jacket Walks towards the plaza singing "Boys of the Old B[G]rigade" Is f[Am]ollowed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at a c[G]orner [Em] Lifts his h[Am]ands like the statue and d[G]ies i[Em]n the fusil[Am]lade Now the gun[F]fire's h[Em]eard, so[Am]meone gives the word Fire[F]works crash, the [Em]marching band turns r[Am]ight Som[F]eone in a m[G]ask throws a [Am]bomb and does the task Rides o[Bb]ff with a girl on the back of a motor[A]bike [C] Goodb[G]ye Billy M[Am]organ. [C]Known from Amster[G]dam to Tripol[Am]i [C]You can taste your d[G]eath in [Am]every silent [Em]breath [Am]Fear the curse[Em], thought the enem[Am]y [Am]Fear the curse[Em], thought the enem[Am]y [Am]Fear the curse[Em], thought the enem[Am]y...