Barnacled Warship Chords by Luke Williams e-mail: will.c@Live.com.au Please listen to the song for timing of chord switches, my chord placement is not in time with the lyrics, Ha. Ha. Ha. Tuning: standard baby Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) DmGotta (xx0231@1)get out, gotta shout, gotta sing F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1) GGotta (320003@1)dance, gotta jump, gotta run Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) DmThink (xx0231@1)I'll fight a war, I don't know what for F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1) GBut (320003@1)I'll learn when I get my gun Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) Well I left home three days ago F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1) GI (320003@1)feel like going to bed Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) Open book thoughts and a new religion F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1) Burning through my head F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1) GBurning (320003@1)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 (320003@1) F (133211@1) CI'll (x32010@1)just eat fruit on your doorstep G (320003@1) F (133211@1) AmI'll (x02210@1)just drink pailfulls of rain G (320003@1) F (133211@1) CI'm (x32010@1)but a barnacled warship G (320003@1) F (133211@1) AmSinging (x02210@1)the fighter's refrain G (320003@1) FSinging (133211@1)the fighter's Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) DmMade (xx0231@1)my way with the Salvation Army F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1) G (320003@1) Take them on with a tambourine Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) DmI'll (xx0231@1)strike down sinners like the old gunslingers F (133211@1) F (133211@1) F (133211@1) GSmooth (320003@1)'em out like margerine Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Open book thoughts 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
