Bob Dylan - Jim Jones Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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Csus4

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No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

C

Csus4Come and Clisten Csus4for a Cmoment, lads, And hear me tell my Ftale. How aCcross the sea from GEngland I Fwas condemned to Gsail. Now the Cjury founCsus4d me Cguilty, Then says the judge, says Fhe, "Oh, for Clife, Jim Jones, I'm Gsending you AFcross the stormy CseaCsus4. But Ftake a tip before you ship To Cjoin the Csus4iron gCang. Don't Fget too gay in Botany Bay, Or Celse you'll Csus4surelyC Ghang. Or Celse you'll sureCsus4ly Chang," says he. "And after that, Jim FJones, It's high Cup upon the Ggallows tree The Fcrows will pick your Cbones." [This is the fill that goes after every verse]

F G F C

C G

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Well our ship was high upon the sea when pirates came along, But the soldiers on our convict ship Were full five hundred strong. For they opened fire and somehow drove That pirate ship away. But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship Than gone to Botany Bay. With the storms ragin' round us, And the winds a-blowin' gales, I'd rather have drowned in misery Than gone to New South Wales. There's no time for mischief there, they say remember that says they oh they'll flog the poaching out of you down there in Botany Bay

F G F C

C G

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Now it's day and night and the irons clang, And like poor galley slaves We toil and toil, and when we die Must fill dishonored graves, And it's by and by I'll slip my chains, Well, into the bush I'll go And I'll join the brave bush rangers there, Jack Donohue and co. And some dark night, when everything Is silent in the town I'll shoot those tyrants one and all, I'll gun the flogger down. Oh, I'll give the land a little shock, Remember what I say, And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones In chains to Botany Bay.

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C G

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There is also a bit more instrumentation after this.