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Track 8: Palaver

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BL 08 Palaver

 

(played as |Am  G       |D  Am            |Am  G            |C  D    |   picked   (CAPOT 2 SO IN Bm!))

|Bm  A |E  Bm |Bm  A |D  E| X4     

I met a girl called Jenny

When I'd had one or two too many

And I'd stopped to spend a penny

In the gutter by her door

I think I took her fancy though

For the life of me I can't

Why I didn't make her ansy

As I Jimmied on the floor

 

She said she'd give me whisky

But I thought it rather risky

 I was feeling rather frisky

She could see what's on my mind

So she said

If you think you'd rather

We could cut all the palaver

And go off to bed and charver

If you feel so inclined.

 

(| G  D |C    D              | G  D  |Em     || G  D |C    D              | G  D  |Em Am7         |G        | | CAPOT 2 SO…)   

| A  E   |D   E   | A  E   |F#m   || A  E |D    E              | A  E   |F#m Bm7|     |A        |

 

So for all you roistering fellows                      As you roar into the night

For all your drunken bellows                          Hope for luck to see you right

So for all you roistering fellows                      Be prepared to pay the price

For all your drunken bellows                          You're as vulnerable as mice                         vulnerable as mice

 

So enchanted by her offer                              I agreed to fill her coffer

I could not be a scoffer                                   To such a kindly maid

She led me down an alley                               Acting jovial and pally

But she turned out as a scally                         And at last I was betrayed

 

She kissed me and she bit me                                    As carefully she dipped me

Then with something hard she hit me            And everything went black

I woke up feeling old                                      Shivering in the cold

She'd taken all my gold                                  And the coat from off my back

 

So for all you roistering fellows                      Learn a lesson here from me

For all your drunken bellows                          You may pay this penalty


 

 

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