The Graveyard Of The Outcast Dead chords by Frank Turner
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro:
A D A
F#m E A
Verse 1:
A E F#m
They buried my body on Christmas
A D E
In the ground by the south river bank
A E F#m
Worked to my death, for my very last breath
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D E A
I'd the Winchester bishops to thank
A E F#m
Now the church held the keys to the brothel
D A E
Lit the window with a burning red light
A E F#m
While I teased the funds from the pockets of johns
D E A
The bishop got rich in the night
Pre Refrain:
E
But I didn't fall apart
E
Through my years in the dark
E
For my lover I guarded
E
My pure, pure heart
Refrain:
A D
And he meets me in the graveyard
A E
The graveyard where they made my bed
A D
Plants a white flower under cold stars
F#m E A F#m E A
On the grave of the forgotten dead
Verse 2:
A E F#m
Now the bishops snuck off to fresh pastures
D A E
While my grave was grown over with weeds
A E F#m
No burial plots, just some forget-me-nots
D E A
For the women they branded unclean
A E F#m
The wasteland was claimed by the city
D A E
They covered it with tenement slums
A E F#m
For where we'd been left had never been blessed
D E A
And they dug down and built on our bones
Pre Refrain:
E
But every December
E
With frost on his fingers
E
My lover returns
E
For he still remembers
Refrain:
A D
To meet me in the graveyard
A E
The graveyard where they made my bed
A D
Plants a white flower under cold stars
F#m E A
On the grave of the forgotten dead
Instrumental:
F#m E A
A Dm A Dm
Bridge:
A Dm
The sun goes down and the last folk leave
A Dm
It's London Town on Christmas Eve
A Dm
My lover still wanders bereft and bereaved
A Dm
For he can't find the woman that he promised he'd meet
A Dm
The sun comes up on the cold, cold ground
A Dm
It's Christmas morning in London Town
A Dm
He lays on my grave and he cradles his head
A Dm
And as he hears the church bells, he knows that I'm dead
Verse 3:
A E F#m
So London, don't mourn for your lovers
D A E
Raise a glass for us glorious dead
A E F#m
For beneath Southwark streets, we outlasted the priests
D E F#m/A
And the city's raised up on our beds
D E A
Though we're gone, London, do not forget
Verse 4:
A D
To meet us on Christmas
A E
In the graveyard where they made our bed
A D
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
F#m E D
On the graves of the forgotten dead
A D
Oh to meet us on Christmas
A E
In the graveyard where they made our bed
A D
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
F#m E D
On the graves of the forgotten dead
Outro:
F#m E A
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