Tom: G
Introdução:
Em
Hoist your black flag, your raven's wing
D
You're brimmin' poetry, spill it and sing it
A
Your sword is sharp, sugar, pull it and swing it now
Em D
Ándale!
You can wear that gag if that's your choice
G
Every crooked man, every crooked mile
D
Every crooked back of the rank and file
C C/B G
Same flood force, same blood course, same muddy source
D G
As the crooked waters of the crooked Nile
D
And we come to plunder the day
C
We give all our takings away
C/B G D
Pulling off the veil the grass is pushing through the clay
Em D Em D
Ándale! (.....)
There in the wake of our daily grind