Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse 1: G C All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Em D Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in G C The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Em D Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island Em 'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure G They dragged us from our homeland with the musket and their gun Em Cromwell and his roundheads battered all we knew G
Shackled hopes of freedom, we're naught but stolen goods D Dark is the horizon Blackened from the sun Am This rotten cage of Bridgetown Dm Is where I now belong Chorus: G C All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Em D Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in G C The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Em D Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island Verse 2: Em Red leg, down a peg, blistered burns the soul G The floggings they're a plenty but reasons there are none Em Our backs belong to landlords, where branded is there name G Paid for with ten shillings, cheap labor never breaks D The silver moon is shining Cools the copper blood Am Where the living meet the dead Dm And together dance as one Chorus: G C All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Em D Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in G C The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Em D Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island Bridge: Em Am Em Am Agony, will you cleanse this misery? Em Am Dm For it's never again I'll breathe the air of home Em Am Em Am From this sandy edge, the rolling sea breaks my revenge Em Am D With each whisper a thousand waves, I hear roar Em I'm coming home Instrumental: Em Em G G Em Em G G Pre-Chorus: D Dark is the horizon Blackened by the sun Am This rotten cage of Bridgetown Dm Is where I now belong Chorus: G C All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Em D Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in G C The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Em D Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island G C All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Em D Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in G C The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Em D Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
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