Sticks And Stones chords by Ye Banished Privateers

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: Em

Difficulty: Intermediate

Verse:
  Em                       D
I used to be a beggar man, living on the streets,
Am              C              B
beggin' all the better men, to help me get a meal.
    Em                                D
But here's the thing with better men, they're best at being mean.
   C                                               B
So I got fed with sticks and stones, that broke me bones.

Verse:
   Em                        D
So I became a wicker man, to learn an honest trade,
Am             C             B
asking all the better men to buy what I had made.
    Em                                        D
But here's the thing with better men, they're good at being cheap
   C
So I got payed in kicks and spits,
    B
and sticks and stones that broke me bones.

Verse:
Em                           D
Sick of the receiving end, I donned the headsman's hood,
Am                 C                   B
Rum drunk and with sword in hand, some justice serve I would.
    Em                                     D
But here's the thing with better men, they never lie quite still,
   C
So I got served with rotten eggs,
    B
and kicks and spits,
    B
and sticks and stones, that broke me bones.


Verse:
     Em                         D
Then I become a mariner, in the navy I enrolled
Am                     C              B
I learned from ranking better men, to do as I've been told.
    Em                                     D
But here's the thing with better men, it's hard to make them pleased,
   C
So all I got was chains and rope
    B
and rotten eggs,
    B
and kicks and spits,
    B
and sticks and stones, that broke me bones.


Verse:
Em                                      D
I begged, I worked, I fought so hard To keep my conscience clean
    Am              C          B
But there is always better men Who will treat you mean
Em                                    D
However hard you try my friend You'll always fall out short
    C
And all you get is broken hope,
    B
and chains and rope,
    B
and rotten eggs,
    B
and kicks and spits,
    B
and sticks and stones, that will break your bones!


Verse:
(nonverbal)
Em D Am C B Em D C
Aaaaaaaaaa...
B
Go to hell!


Verse:
   Em                        D
So now I am a buccaneer that sail the seven seas,
Am              C              B
preying on them better men for riches I can seize.
    Em                                    D
And if they think they're better still, I bring them to their knees,
     C                              B
Then I give them a taste of the old keel and plank,
    B
and chains and rope,
    B
and rotten eggs,
    B
and kicks and spits,
    B
and sticks and stones, that will break their bones!


Verse:
(nonverbal)
Em D Am C B Em D
Aaaaaaaaaa...

     C                              B
Then I give them a taste of the old keel and plank,
    B
and chains and rope,
    B
and rotten eggs,
    B
and kicks and spits,
    B
and sticks and stones, that will break their bones!
Em