Barnacled Warship chords by Johnny Flynn

Chords with lyrics

Please contact me for any corrections, it is my first tab ;).
Intro: Am, C, F, C, Dm, Dm, DmDm (* = a little time longer as usual^^(I think it's
1/4 of a whole bar)),G
A minorAm    C majorC     FF      C majorC
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing
   DmDm      DmDm     Dm*      G+G
Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run
A minorAm         C majorC      FF     C majorC
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
     DmDm      DmDm   Dm*       G+G
But I'll learn when I get my gun


   A minorAm   C majorC     FF    C majorC
Well I left home three days ago
 DmDm    DmDm    Dm*   G+G
I feel like going to bed
A minorAm    C majorC      FF     C majorC
Open the courts and a new religion
DmDm   DmDm     DmDm
Burning through my head
DmDm   DmDm     Dm*    G+G
Burning through my head

Made my way with the fusiliers
I even fought my way back home
But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
Had to fight the war on my own


Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead


G+G       FF       C majorC
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
G+G        FF      A minorAm
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
G+G     FF     C majorC
I'm but a barnacled warship
G+G      FF     A minorAm
Singing the fighter's refrain
G+G      FF
Singing the fighter's

A minorAm   C majorC      FF     C majorC
Made my way with the Salvation Army
     DmDm    DmDm     DmDm    G+G
Take them on with a tambourine
A minorAm        C majorC        FF    C majorC
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
DmDm     DmDm       Dm*    G+G
Smooth 'em out like margerine


Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Open the courts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head

Went to the gambling shop today
They had me five to one
Heard a voice behind me say
Put down the Bible and pick up your gun

Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead

I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's