Eric Bachmann - Man O' War
I'm pretty sure this is not how the song is played, guess he uses some alternative
tuning, but I got no idea which so this works pretty good for standard tuning.
Intro: D
[D]Floating in the cold wat[A]er the [G]ghosts of sorrow haunt the dee[D]p
[D]Reaching down to drag th[A]e ruins[G] and roam the lone deserted st[D]reets
[D]Of an old abandoned [A]temple [G]buried in the narrow strai[D]t
[D]Off the coast of T[A]arifa, Spa[G]in[G]
[D]Gypsies scatter through the des[A]ert acr[G]oss the Atlas Mountain Ra[D]nge
[D]Hoaring remnants from the De[A]vil fro[G]m the Empires iron reig[D]n
[D]While cluttered down the mouths of r[A]ivers w[G]idowed lovers bathe and cl[D]ean
[D]Silken scarves embroidered[A] for their brand new Q[G]ueen
[A]And every time she rises up the ocean s[D]inks
[A]Her memory drags a drape of a thousand a[D]ngry stings
[G]And like the mo[A]on doesn't m[D]ind i[G]f the sun d[A]oesn't shin[D]e
[G]The sea doesn't c[D]are if you'r[A]e lonesome tonig[G]ht
[G]Like the lov[D]e that she give[A]s condescendingly t[G]ries
[G]In its way to comfort[A] you
[G]Set adrift into her swarm-man [D]o war[A]
[G]Caught up in her dangling sting-off the [D]shore[A]
[G]Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue a[Bm/A]s bottles [A]cover yo[G]u
Many messengers and rebels have come and gone without a trace
And many more will come tomorrow and many more will be erased
Cause out beyond the docks of Rota upon the bottom of the sea
Along the miles of copper cable from the Gulf of Cadiz
They tap the lines to hear the sounds that start the songs the rebels sing
And drag a net to seine the bottom for the purse the bastards bring
And like a lion don't mind if a lamb takes her time
A beast doesn't care if you surrender tonight
Cause a beast knows she'll get what she wants in good time
I'm pretty sure this is not how the song is played, guess he uses some alternative
tuning, but I got no idea which so this works pretty good for standard tuning.
Intro: D
[D]Floating in the cold wat[A]er the [G]ghosts of sorrow haunt the dee[D]p
[D]Reaching down to drag th[A]e ruins[G] and roam the lone deserted st[D]reets
[D]Of an old abandoned [A]temple [G]buried in the narrow strai[D]t
[D]Off the coast of T[A]arifa, Spa[G]in[G]
[D]Gypsies scatter through the des[A]ert acr[G]oss the Atlas Mountain Ra[D]nge
[D]Hoaring remnants from the De[A]vil fro[G]m the Empires iron reig[D]n
[D]While cluttered down the mouths of r[A]ivers w[G]idowed lovers bathe and cl[D]ean
[D]Silken scarves embroidered[A] for their brand new Q[G]ueen
[A]And every time she rises up the ocean s[D]inks
[A]Her memory drags a drape of a thousand a[D]ngry stings
[G]And like the mo[A]on doesn't m[D]ind i[G]f the sun d[A]oesn't shin[D]e
[G]The sea doesn't c[D]are if you'r[A]e lonesome tonig[G]ht
[G]Like the lov[D]e that she give[A]s condescendingly t[G]ries
[G]In its way to comfort[A] you
[G]Set adrift into her swarm-man [D]o war[A]
[G]Caught up in her dangling sting-off the [D]shore[A]
[G]Of a foreign brown sand beach as blue a[Bm/A]s bottles [A]cover yo[G]u
Many messengers and rebels have come and gone without a trace
And many more will come tomorrow and many more will be erased
Cause out beyond the docks of Rota upon the bottom of the sea
Along the miles of copper cable from the Gulf of Cadiz
They tap the lines to hear the sounds that start the songs the rebels sing
And drag a net to seine the bottom for the purse the bastards bring
And like a lion don't mind if a lamb takes her time
A beast doesn't care if you surrender tonight
Cause a beast knows she'll get what she wants in good time
