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[Intro]
Bm G Em A x4
Bm
[Verse 1]
BmABm
I’m a maker of ballads right pretty
BmABm
I write them right here in the street
D/AAG
You can buy them all over the city
GF#mBm
yours for a penny a sheet
[Verse 2]
BmABm
I’m a word pecker out of the printers
BmABm
out of the dens of Gin Lane
D/AAG
I’ll write up a scene on a counter
GF#mBmA
confessions and sins in the main, boys
GABm
confessions and sins in the main
[Chorus]
D/AGAD
Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
GD/AA
keeping the demons at bay
A/GF#m7BmEm
There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in
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but they’ll always be back
BmGEmA
on a hanging day
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BmGEmA
on a hanging day
Bm G Em A x3
Bm
[Verse 3]
BmABm
They come rattling over the cobbles
BmABm
they sit on their coffins of black
D/AAG
Some are struck dumb, some gabble
GF#mBm
top-heavy on brandy or sec
[Verse 4]
BmABm
The pews are all full of fine fellows
BmABm
and the hawker has set up her shop
D/AAG
As they’re turning them off at the gallows
GF#mBmA
She’ll be selling right under the drop, boys
GABm
selling right under the drop
[Chorus]
D/AGAD
Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s
GD/AA
keeping the demons at bay
A/GF#m7BmEm
There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in
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but they’ll always be back
BmGEmA
on a hanging day
BmGEmA
on a hanging day
[Outro]
Bm G Em A x4
BmF#*