Аккорды Песни из кинофильмов - Jim Jones (из кинофильма "Омерзительная восьмерка")

G
Listen for a moment lads
Am                Em
And hear me tell my tale
C                 G
How over the sea from England shore
Am        Em
I was condemned to sail
C             G
The jury found me guilty sir
                    Am Em
And said the judge, said he
Am              Em
"For life, Jim Jones, I sentence you
Am             Em
Across the stormy sea

G
But take my tip before you ship
Am                Em
To join the iron gang
C                 G
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay
Am                Em
Or else you'll surely hang
C                 G
Or else you'll surely hang,"he says
                    Am Em
"And after that, Jim Jones
Am                Em
High upon the gallows tree
Am                Em
The crows will pick your bones"

G
There's no time for mischief there,
Am                Em
Remember, what I say
C                 G
They'll flog the poaching out of you,
Am                Em
And out there at Botany Bay."
C                 G
The winds blew high upon the sea,
                    Am Em
And the winds a-blowin' gale
Am                Em
I'd rather have drowned in misery,
Am                Em
Than gone to New South Wale.

G
The waves were high upon the sea
Am                Em
When pirates came along
C                 G
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Am                Em
Were full five hundred strong
C                 G
They opened fire and somehow drove
                   Am Em
That pirate ship away
Am                Em
I’d rather joined that pirate ship
Am                Em
Than come to Botany Bay

G
And one dark night when everything
Am                Em
Is quiet in the town
C                 G
I'll kill you bastards one and all,
Am                Em
I'll gun the floggers down.
C                 G
I'll give them all a little shock,
                 Am Em
Remember what I say
Am                Em
And they'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.

G
Now day and night the irons clang
Am                Em
We like poor galley slaves
C                 G
Will toil and toil our lives away
Am                Em
To fill dishonored graves;
C                 G
By and by I'll break my chains:
                   Am Em
Into the bush I’ll go,
Am                Em
And you'll be dead behind me John
Am                Em
When I get to... Mexico