Hells Ditch Chords by Pogues

***Hell's Ditch - by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer
from the album "Hell's Ditch"

Hell's Ditch - as perfomed by The Pogues

{There are three main riffs.}

RIFF 1:  [Am7] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am]

RIFF 2:  [Dm] [Am] [E] [Am]
         [Dm] [Am] [E] [Am]  for a while

{Do the first thing again, speeding up.}

RIFF 3:  [Am] [Am] [Dm] [Dm] [Am] [E] [Am] [Am]  for a while

Life's a bitch, then you die
Black hell
Hell's ditch - naked howling freedom
The killer's hands are bound with chains
At six o'clock it starts to rain
He'll never never see the dawn again
Our lady of the flowers

Genet's feeling Ramon's dick
The guy in the bunk above gets sick
In the cell next door the lunatic
Starts screaming for his mother

Black dildo, black hell
As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
A mugshot I remember well
Little man how you have suffered

I could hear the screams from up above
If it ain't a fist it isn't love
As for our lady she kneels down
Her neck is bent, the blade comes down
Doing! There goes the breakfast bell
Back from heaven, back to hell
Naked howling freedom - Hell's Ditch

***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman

Intro	||:Am  Amsus2  Am|Am  Amsus2  Am:||
	||:Dm Am|E     Am|Dm  Am|E    Am|Dm Am |E   Am|Dm Am |E   Am:||
	||:Am  Amsus2  Am|Am  Amsus2  Am:||
	|Am	|Dm	 |Am   E|Am	|Am    |Dm    |Am   E|Am     ||

Am			          Dm
Life's a bitch then you die black Hell
       Am    E		  Am
Hell's ditch naked howling freedom
    Am			                    E
The killer's hands are bound with chains at six o'clock it starts to rain
      E		                  Am
He'll never see the dawn again our lady of the flowers

Dm		                 Am
Genet's feeling Ramon's dick the guy in the bunk above gets sick
       E			        Am
In the cell next door the lunatic starts screaming for his mother

Black dildo black hell
As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
A mugshot I remember well
Little man how you have suffered

        Dm			             Am
I could hear the screams from up above if it ain't a fist it isn't love
   Dm			   	    Am
As for our lady she kneels down her neck is bent the blade comes down
Dm			       	    Am
Doing there goes the breakfast bell back from heaven back to hell
E		             Am
Naked howling freedom Hell's Ditch

Outro	|Am     |Dm     |Am   E|Am    |Am     |E     |E     |Am    ||
	|Dm     |Am     |E     |Am    |Am     |Dm    |Am   E|Am	   ||