Rotten Town

Rotten Town (Acoustic) Ludo Prepare the Preparations This beginning is borrowed from the intro tab that was previously posted.  Thanks for the help.  I added the full chords to it.  While the acoustic version recording clearly has multiple guitar tracks this sounds good for one person playing. ---------0---------------1---------------0-------0-------0-------0-----| ---------1---------------3---------------1-------0-------1-------1-----| ---------2---------------2---------------2-------1-------2-------2-----| ---------2---------------0-3-7---0-3-7---2-------2-------2-------2-----| -0-0-0---0-3-7---0-3-7---------0-------0-0-3-7---2-------0-3-7---0-----| -------0-------0-------0-----------------------0-0-4-7-4-------0-------| (The above is played for the first verse and the first half of the second verse) Verse 1: ’Twas quite the inky black night All the weather vanes were turning And the constable was burning out his light When low our anchors went down barnacle bound The men were up and churning Yes and soon the square was burning to the ground Walkup           |-----------0--| |--1--1--3--1--| |--2--2--0--2--| |--2--2--5-----| |--0--0--------| |--------------| Prechorus: And oh the flames were as gold Chorus:                    I scowl at the angry moon I am sick on myself I’m a bum What have I become A drunken maroon run aground In this rotten town            Verse 2:                   It’s been a fortnight or two The mutineers are plotting against the captain as I’m rotting in the goo (palm mute) The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town were reconnoitering with blades and gun But the ale had started spilling Yes and soon the crew was killing everyone (walkup)                   Prechorus 2:               And all the streets burned with gold But oh  my bones were so cold Chorus: (slightly different) I scowl at the angry moon I am sick on myself I’m a bum What have I become A drunken maroon run aground In this rotten town Bridge:                    I stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang From some foul inebriates Some men I used to call my mates Were lost in song and this is what they sang They sang "Heigh hi yo ho! O’er the Atlantic we go Drinking ’till we all get sick And coming up with limericks But we never quite remember how they end" I can see my childhood home I think of my dear old mum What have I become            Chorus: (same chords as the first chorus) I scowl at the angry moon I am sick on myself I’m a bum What have I become A drunken maroon run aground In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon) I am sick on myself I’m a bum What have I become A drunken maroon run aground In this rotten town (I scowl at the angry moon) I am sick on myself I’m a bum What have I become A drunken maroon run aground In this rotten town (In this rotten) In this rotten In this rotten town