Christy Moore - On Morecambe Bay Chords

 
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
1
X
2
3
4
         
         
         
         
3
1
X
X
X
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4

7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 2 fret
Out beyDmond the street lamp's AmAnd the calliopAe's roar, DmPast the wrack and samphire, AmBeyond the shore,A DmI have seen walking through the tide GmAs the rain cuts through the spray, DmChinese Cockle pickers On the Amsands of MorecAambe Bay I stoodDm beside them in the corner shop AmAnd in the markAet too DmI should have spoken to them AmTold them everythAing I knew; DmLike our mothers told us GmAs we went out to play DmNever try and race the tide OAmn the sands ofA Morecambe Bay ForDm the tide's the very devil, It will Gmrun you out of breath, Race youDm to the sea shore, Chase yoAmu to your death, A Yes the tDmide's the very devil And the dGmevil has his day On the loDmnley cockle groAmunds of AMorecamDmbe Bay Saw theDmm sending money orders home AmThere hard earned pay A DmTales of crossing borders AmOn the road to Morecambe Bay; A DmSleeping in crouded rooms GmOn cold hard floors DmSutch dreamless life Is not Amworth dieing foAr Now I sDmee them in the distance AmLaid out in the morninAg light, DmMigrant workers, AmTwenty-three where drowned last nAight. DmTheir final phone calls GmHalf the world had crossed DmBetween the river esureys AmThey raced the tide and lost.' A For thDme tide's the very devil, It will Gmrun you out of breath, Race youDm to the sea shore, Chase yoAmu to your death, A Yes the tDmide's the very devil And the dGmevil has his day On the lDmonley cockle grAmounds ofA MorecaDmmbe Bay In FujiDman and Xelang AmThey mourn their next of kin, DmGang masters with snake tattoos, AmCall money lones back in A DmBroken hearted parents GmWatch their children stow away, DmTo die among the AmCockle banks ofA MorecDmome Bay For thDme tide's the very devil, And the dGmevil has his day On the lDmonley cockle grAmounds ofA MorecaDmmbe Bay