Seven Drunken Nights por The Flatliners, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Seven Drunken Nights

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The Flatliners é uma banda canadense de punk rock formada em Richmond Hill, Ontário. Desde sua formação em 2002, a banda tem sido uma grande influência no crescente movimento punk/ska em Toronto, assim como em outras áreas da Região Metropolitana de Toronto. Atualmente a banda faz parte do casting da Fat Wreck Chords e da Stomp Records (Canadá). A banda ganhou o prêmio inaugural, anual "Best Band Ever" dado pelo Edmonton Vinyl Blog DigitalIsDead.

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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!

Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!

G C
As I went home on monday night as drunk as drunk could be
G D
I saw a horse outside the door where my own horse should be
G C
So I call the wife and I says to her Would you kindly tell to me
G D G
Who owns that horse outside the door where my own horse should be
G C
Ha You're drunk you're drunk You silly old fool Still you cannot see
G D
Thats a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
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Well many a days I traveled a hundred miles or more
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But I sow with a saddle on I never seen before

the same chord progression for the rest of the verses/chorus'

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be

Ah you're drunk
you're drunk you silly old fool
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

Ah you're drunk
you're drunk you silly old fool
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

Ah you're drunk
you're drunk you silly old fool
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be

Ah you're drunk
you're drunk you silly old fool
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be

Ah you're drunk
you're drunk you silly old fool
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well I called me wife and I said to her Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be

Ah you're drunk
you're drunk you silly old fool
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before