• Song:

    Our Lady Of The Campfire

  • Artist:

    Frank Turner

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Capo on 1st

A (x02220@1)            Dm (xx0231@1)          ATonight (x02220@1)is her night, and the city holds its breath, 
Dm (xx0231@1)                   A (x02220@1)            Dm (xx0231@1)                ACaught (x02220@1)twixt life and death, as she rolls in from the suburbs, 
       FThe (133211@1)garrison flees and the city will burn.

F# (244322@1)                  E (022100@1)     Dsus2Corinna (xx0230@1)rides like Boadicea tonight.
F# (244322@1)           E (022100@1)            Dsus2London (xx0230@1)town trembles at the sight.

ABecause (x02220@1)tonight is her night.
          Dm (xx0231@1)                     A (x02220@1)       Dm (xx0231@1)           AAnd (x02220@1)the youth course through the streets to lay down at her feet,
         Dm (xx0231@1)         A (x02220@1)     F (133211@1)And she runs a regal eye to choose who lives and decide who dies.

F (133211@1)             G (320003@1)                      Am (x02210@1)                 CShe (x32010@1)keeps her counsel, smiles when she speaks now, from ear to ear.
F (133211@1)            G (320003@1)                 Am (x02210@1)                       E (022100@1)          
She's getting married, or so they tell me, when the spring is here.
C (x32010@1)          E (022100@1)                        F# (244322@1)             AmShe (x02210@1)hums a tune from a song she knows from warm summers past,
C (x32010@1)                   E (022100@1)              F# (244322@1)                 Am (x02210@1)A song that was sung by kids around campfires in the quiet southwest.

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