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| Jane's Road Rage Collection |
| The Old Black Rum By Bob Hallett/Traditional (6/8 time) (Key of F so capo up 3) "To George Street shall we" Chorus: And the old black rum's got a hold on me Like a dog wrapped round my leg. HUP! And the old black rum's got a hold on me Will I live for another day? HEY Will I live for another day? I drank /(D)16 doubles for the /(A)price of (D)one/ (G)Trying to find the (D)courage to/ (G)talk to (A)one I asked her/ (G)for(A) a /(D)dance. Not a /(G)se- (A)cond /(D)glance My /night had just be/(A)gun Well I /(D)drink to the father and the /(A)holy (D)ghost I'm /G)kneeling at the (D)alter of my/(G)nightly (A)post So I'll/(G)raise(A)a (D)glass, not the /(G)first (A)nor (D)last Come /join me(A7) in this /(D)toast Chorus: Because the /(A)old black rum's got a/(D) hold on me/ Like a /dog wrapped(G) round my /(A)leg/ And the/(A)old black rum's got a/(D) hold on me Will I /live for an- (A7)other /(D)day? (G) HEY (lift up your glass) Will I /(D)live for an-(A7)other /(D)day? Well the /(D)queen of George Street is just /(A)walking (D)by / (G)Walking on (D)by with some/(G) guy who don't (A)care That she /(G)stood(A) in (D)line Since /(G)half(A) past (D)nine And /spent three hours on her/(A) hair Well her/(D) friend is looking at me with an/(A) evil (D)grin I/(G)think the bloody (D)racket might/(G) soon be-(A)gin I must have /(G)said (A)some (D)thing To the /(G)George (A)Street (D)queen The /boys are (A7)joining (D)in! Chorus Come now take one Chorus: (Audience and Bass) LOVELY! So I /(D)drank all of my money, and I /(A)slept out in the (D)rain / (G)Everyday is (D)different but the/(G) nights, they're all the (A)same You never /(G)see (A)the (D)sun on the /(G)old (A)black (D)rum But I /know I'm gonna (A7) do it a-(D)gain! Chorus Come on one more go again! Chorus (G)Hey, Will I (D)live for an-(A7)other/(D)day? And I drank 16 doubles for the price of one! (hold up one finger) General Taylor "Sing with me people sing!" Well General Taylor gained the day Walk him along, John, Carry him along Well General Taylor he gained the day Carry him to his bury'n ground Chorus: Tell me where ya stormy Walk him along, John, carry him along Tel me where ya stormy Carry him to his bury'n ground We'll dig his grave with a silver spade Walk him along, John, Carry him along His shroud of the finest silk will be made Carry him to his bury'n ground Chorus We'll lower him down on a golden chain Walk him along, John, Carry him along On every inch we'll carve his name Carry him to his bury'n ground Chorus General Taylor he's all the go Walk him along, John, Carry him along He's gone where the stormy winds won't blow Carry him to his bury'n ground Chorus General Taylor he's dead and he's gone... Won't you walk him along, John, Carry him along Well General Taylor he's long dead and gone Carry him to his bury'n ground Chorus |
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