Johnny Flynn – Barnacled Warship (Ukulele)

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This is an amazing song by Johnny Flynn called "Barnacled Warship": Please contact me for any corrections, it is my first tab ;).
Intro: Em, D, C, D, Am, Am, Am (* = a little time longer as usual^^(I think it's 
1/4 of a whole bar)),G

Em        D          C            D
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing

      Am           Am          Am*           D
Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run

Em                 D            C         D
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for

         Am           Am     Am*             D
But I'll learn when I get my gun

     Em     D          C        D        
Well I left home three days ago

  Am        Am       Am*      D
I feel like going to bed

Em       D            C         D  
Open the courts and a new religion

Am      Am         Am        
Burning through my head

Am      Am         Am*       D
Burning through my head
Made my way with the fusiliers I even fought my way back home But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted Had to fight the war on my own Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers And my feet were made of lead My feet were made of lead
D             C             D
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep

D               C            Em
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain

D         C         D
I'm but a barnacled warship

D           C         Em
Singing the fighter's refrain

D           C
Singing the fighter's

Em      D            C         D
Made my way with the Salvation Army

          Am        Am         Am        D   
Take them on with a tambourine

Em               D                C       D
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers

Am         Am             Am*        D
Smooth 'em out like margerine
Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Open the courts and a new religion Burning through my head Burning through my head Went to the gambling shop today They had me five to one Heard a voice behind me say Put down the Bible and pick up your gun Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers And my feet were made of lead My feet were made of lead I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep I'll just drink pailfulls of rain I'm but a barnacled warship Singing the fighter's refrain Singing the fighter's