Our Sergeant Major chords by George Formby

OUR SERGEANT MAJOR - GEORGE FORMBY
Tabbed by Del Bradley for guitar   CAPO on 3 or to taste
______________________________________________________
Please don't forget to rate and comment,
Your feedback would be much appreciated, Thank you :)
_______________________________________________________

G                            D                   G
Now theres a sergeant major, enjoys life when he can
   Em                                            D
He proves to all the ladies, hes a soldier and a man

G                            Am
He sticks out his chest, two pillows in his vest
  Am                         D            G
A bolster under his rotunda, our sergeant major

G                               Am
His medals break our hearts, he won them playing darts
    D                D7                D            G
And while competing, who was cheating, our sergeant major

    Bm
Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
Am                       D
When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad

G                        Am
In the canteen bar, you know what sergeants are
D                      D7                 D            G
When we've passed out, whos the last out, our sergeant major

G                            Am
Hes got a raucous voice, his language isnt choice
D                       D7               D            G
In clink wed shove him, how we love him, our sergeant major

G                                Am
His weight about hell throw, the wicked so and so
D                   D7              D            G
Who'd even smother, his own mother, our sergeant major

    Bm
Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
Am                       D
When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad

G                               Am
Our bugler goes his rounds, and when the bugle sounds
D                D7                D            G
For everlasting, whos he blasting, our sergeant major

Insert crazy solo here if you wish :)

G                               Am
Now he makes raw recruits, just tremble in their boots
D                    D7                  D             G
Calls them slackers, whos gone crackers, our sergeant major

G                                Am
His feet fill up the road, knock-kneed and pigeon toed
     D                D7               D            G
We'd sooner shoot him than salute him, our sergeant major

    Bm
Hes far away the worst friend we've ever had
Am                       D
When hes far away, well, we're mighty glad

G                          Am
The mascot goat we own, so big and fat has grown
D                 D7                 D            G
Wild and warlike, hes far more like, our sergeant major !