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  • Frank Turner – Bob Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

    Frank Turner – Bob Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

    This is the chords of Bob by Frank Turner on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

    [Intro]
    G C 2x

    [Verse 1]
    G
    He spent fifteen years getting loaded
    C
    Fifteen years until his liver exploded
    G
    what\’s Bob gonna do
    C
    Now that he can\’t drink?
    G
    The Doctor said: \”What you been thinkin bout?\”
    C                                                                      G
    Bob said : \”Thats the point. I won\’t think bout nothing.
    C
    Now I gotta do something else

    G
    To pass the time, had someone shave his head
    C
    He got a new identity
    G
    Sixty-two hole air cushioned boots
    C
    And a girl who rides a scooter
    G                              D
    To take him out of town
    Em                      C
    They would get away
    G                      D
    Runnin around
    Em
    And as the trucks drive by
    C
    You can hear the mother fckers play!
    G D Em C x2

    G
    A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
    C
    He\’ll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
    G
    Bob\’s the kinda guy who knows just what
    B7                                                                C
    Bob\’s the kinda guy who knows just what to do
    Cm
    When the doctor tells him to
    G                      F                      C
    Quit your drinkin, nows the time
    D                                           G
    will he ever walk the line?

    F                                           C
    To all my friends I feel fine
    D                                  G
    will he ever walk the line?
    F                                           C
    will he ever walk the line?
    D                               G
    will he ever walk the line?
    F                                   C
    will he ever walk the line?
    D                                           G
    will he ever walk the line?
    F                                 C
    will he ever walk the line?
    D                                           G
    will he ever walk the line?
    F                      C
    will he ever walk the line?
    D                                           G
    will he ever walk the line?

  • CHORDS: Frank Turner – The Work Chords on Piano & Ukulele

    CHORDS: Frank Turner – The Work Chords on Piano & Ukulele

    These are the chords for The Work by Frank Turner on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard
    [Verse]
C                   
I\'m sorry about the 
                F
argument at the weekend
              Am
I should have listened to what 
you said in the first place
           G
And that I should have 
been your friend
      C                     
But I finally tidied up the 
                F
garage like you asked me
           Am
I put some laundry on
Both our clothes this time 
             G
and not just mine

[Chorus]
C            F                   G
\'Cause we\'ve both been doing our best
Am                           C
Skirting \'round the edges of perfect
F               G
Darling, I know this
         Am                 G
It\'s the work that makes it worth it
                            F
It\'s the work that makes it worth it

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    [Verse]
          C                   
I\'ve been brushing up on your 
                    F
family tree for the party
              Am
I\'ll get your cousins, your half 
cousins and your step cousins
    G
The right way around this time
      C                      
But I promise to remember to 
                     F
bring you tea in the morning
             Am             
To heed your warnings about 
                            G
when I\'m about to cross the line

[Chorus]
C            F                   G
\'Cause we\'ve both been doing our best
Am                           C
Skirting \'round the edges of perfect
F               G
Darling, I know this
         Am                 G
It\'s the work that makes it worth it
                            F
It\'s the work that makes it worth it

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    [Bridge]
Am                         
\'Cause I did my fair share 
       F
of the rock\'n\'roll
                  C       
Three minutes and Fifteen 
                   Em
seconds version of love
       Am                  F
But me I always needed the B sides
                 C        Em
And not just the best of
      Am                
I saw fireworks aplenty 
       F
when I met you
              C         
But now we\'ve worked to 
                  Em
build this into a fire
        Am                   F
I don\'t want to burn out any more
          C
I want to visit the coast 
in Kent with you
     G                 
On a weekday afternoon 
                F
when we\'re both retired

[Chorus]
C            F                   G
\'Cause we\'ve both been doing our best
Am                           C
Skirting \'round the edges of perfect
F               G
Darling, I know this
         Am                 G
It\'s the work that makes it worth it
         C                  F
It\'s the work that makes it worth it
                            C
It\'s the work that makes it worth it
                            F
It\'s the work that makes it worth it
                            Am
It\'s the work that makes it worth it
                       G
The work won\'t make it perfect
                           F
But the work will make it worth it

  • CHORDS: Frank Turner – Jinny Binghams Ghost Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression

    This is the chord progression of Jinny Binghams Ghost by Frank Turner on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

    [Intro]
    Dm
    If you\’re heading down to Camden Town
    G                        Dm
    Be sure to raise a toast
    A
    To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
    (let A ring out) Dm
    To Jinny Bingham\’s ghost

    [Verse 1]
    A                                                        Dm
    Once she was a fresh-faced lass, from Kentish Town she came
    A                                                                          Dm
    Her people, they were pedlars, Jinny Bingham was her name
    G                                                        Dm
    With her husband Gypsy George a Camden coach house they did keep
    E                                                                          A
    Till they hung him by his neck from Tyburn Tree for stealing sheep
    A                                                        Dm
    It broke her heart to lose her love when she was just a child
    A                                                                          Dm
    So a man named Derby took the hand of Jinny meek and mild
    G                                                                                            Dm
    He was a drinker, not a thinker, daily brought his wife to tears
    E
    Until one Camden winter morning, Derby simply disappeared

    [Chorus]
    Dm
    If you\’re heading down to Camden Town
    G                                      Dm
    Be sure to raise a toast
    A
    To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
    Dm
    To Jinny Bingham\’s ghost

    [Verse 2]
    A Dm
    She earned her reputation on those bitter Camden streets
    A Dm
    If you\’d tarry with the Bingham girl, you\’d hold your manhood cheap
    G Dm
    But even so the miser Pitcher was the third man on her lips
    E A
    Till one night they checked her oven, found him burned up to a crisp
    A Dm
    They tried her for his murder, thought they\’d finally cooked her goose
    A Dm
    But even when the next man died, Jinny somehow slipped the noose
    G Dm
    He was a fugitive from justice, for love she took him in
    E (riff 1)
    But he beat her once to often and the poison did him in

    [Chorus]
    Dm
    If you\’re heading down to Camden Town
    G Dm
    Be sure to raise a toast
    A
    To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
    Dm
    To Jinny Bingham\’s ghost

    [Bridge]
    (all chords palm muted)
    F
    The locals didn\’t like her, false words followed her around
    Em
    They called her wicked woman, sorceress of some reknown
    G
    They swore that on the gravestones of her husbands she\’d grown rich
    E A
    The ribald and the righteous, they knew she was a witch
    F
    But the reason she was hated was a simple one indeed
    Em
    She had kindness for the careless, she took in those in need
    G
    The guilty and the gamblers, the harlots and the whores
    E A
    All knew that Jinny offered sanctuary at her bar
    Bb C
    No judgement for the judged, and you can never fall too far

    [Interlude]
    (riff 2)

    [Verse 4]
    A Dm
    On the day she died, they swore they saw the devil by her side
    A Dm
    A mob broke down her door and from her chair her body pried
    G Dm
    The tavern is still standing, it\’s now called the Underworld
    E ( riff 3 )
    And it still offers sanctuary for all broken boys and girls

    [Chorus]
    Dm
    So let\’s head on down to Camden Town
    G Dm
    And folks, let\’s raise a toast
    A
    To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
    Dm
    To Jinny Bingham\’s ghost

  • CHORDS: Frank Turner – Havent Been Doing So Well Chords on Piano & Ukulele

    CHORDS: Frank Turner – Havent Been Doing So Well Chords on Piano & Ukulele

    These are the chords for Havent Been Doing So WellFrank Turner by Frank Turner on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard
    [Intro]
A  A Bm   A G  Dsus2 G  Dsus2 [x2]

[Verse 1]
       A                 
It\'s a day with a \'Y\' in 
   A   Bm
it so obviously I\'m over it
A   G                 
I\'m sick and tired of 
        Dsus2  G
being sick and tired
   Dsus2 A
And I\'ve tried not to worry
   A     Bm
And I\'ve tried being sorry
    A     G           
For being born in the 
             Dsus2  G
wrong place and wrong time

[Pre-Chorus]
                Em         D       
\'Cause I\'ve been messed up, 
      G             A
stressed out, talking to 
myself again
Em         D         
Locked up, left out, 
G            A
terrified of everything
Em        D          G       
Wound up, found out, waiting 
                        A
around for something to give

[Chorus 1]
               Bm          G
Don\'t you ever wake up and suspect
              D            
That you were simply never 
           A
cut out to be
            Bm           G
The kind of person they expect
    D                      A
Thе person you intended to bе?
      Em          D       
And I keep it all in with 
   G     A
my idiot grin
        Em       D        
And I\'m doing my best but 
       G             A
there\'s very little left
    Em         D        
So cut me some slack if 
  G          A       G
I crawl back into my shell
                           A   
I haven\'t been doing so well
A Bm  A G  Dsus2 G
                   Dsus2   A   
I haven\'t been doing so well
A Bm  A G  Dsus2 G

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    [Verse 2]
Dsus2  A              A      Bm
I got a brand new name for an old, 
old friend
     A     G      Dsus2 G
The doctor said it\'s anxiety
  Dsus2 A
And it makes a lot of sense
       A    Bm
\'Cause I\'ve been so tense
A    G                     Dsus2  G
Some days I find it difficult to see

[Pre-Chorus 2]
                 Em         
\'Cause I\'ve been hemmed in, 
D            
penned down, 
G             A
struggling to find myself
Em        D         
Caved in, cut down, 
G              A
scared of everybody else
Em          D             
Dragged in, dragged down, 
G                         A
searching for a reason to live

[Chorus 2]
               Bm          G
Don\'t you ever wake up and suspect
               D     
That you were simply 
                 A
never cut out to be
            Bm           G
The kind of person they expect
    D                      A
The person you intended to be?
      Em         D        
And I keep it all in with 
   G     A
my idiot grin
        Em       D        
And I\'m doing my best but 
        G           A
there\'s very little left
   Em          D        
So cut me some slack if 
  G          A       G
I crawl back into my shell
                        Bm   G  D  A
I haven\'t been doing so well
             Bm   G   D   A
Couldn\'t you tell?

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    [Verse 3]
            Em             D     
And if self-loathing was a sport 
         G      A
I\'d be Muhammad Ali
             Em           
\'Cause I can sting like a 
D             G           A
butterfly and sink like a bee
               Em       D      
But they don\'t hand out medals 
   G             A
to monsters like me
   G
Oh well
                        Dsus2 
I haven\'t been doing so well
Dsus2/G G6/E

[Bridge]
G                        Dsus2 
Maybe I can do with some help
Dsus2/G G6/E
G                       Dsus2 
I haven\'t been doing so well
Dsus2/G G6/E
G                        Dsus2 
Maybe I can do with some help
Dsus2/G G6/E  G

[Chorus 3]
                   Bm   
\'Cause every day I wake 
       G
up and suspect
           D                       A
That I was simply never cut out to be
            Bm          G
The kind of person they expect
    D                    A
The person I intended to be
           Em      D         
\'Cause I\'m not Joe Strummer, 
    G        A
not Muhammad Ali
      Em            D
Not a teacher, not a builder
       G           A
Just uncomfortable me
    Em          D      
And maybe, just maybe, 
       G                A   
I\'ll admit that I could use 
         G
a little help
                        Bm
I haven\'t been doing so well

  • CHORDS: Frank Turner – The Death Of Dora Hand Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression

    This is the chord progression of The Death Of Dora Hand by Frank Turner on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

    [Intro] C

    [Verse 1]
    C                                 F                                     C
    Dora Hand was a singer in the New York operetta
    G
    Born into Boston old money, and Paristrained
    C                                                 F                                                 C
    Dressed in black, she was a classic beauty but cursed with constitution sickly
    G                                                                 C
    She ventured West to breathe the fresh air on the Plains
    F                                                                                                                 C
    She ended up down in Dodge City, it was a cowtown, dry and ugly
    G
    She hid her past, took Fannie Keenan for a name
    C                                                                 F                                 C
    Took the stage as a Vaudeville singer at the Lady Gay and the Alhambra
    G                                                                                 C
    The cowboys loved her and she quickly rose to fame

    [Chorus]
    F                                                 Dm
    Sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
    C                                                                                 F
    She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
    Dm                                                                 G
    Doff your caps, boys, though saved or damned
    C
    For Dora Hand

    [Verse 2]
    C                                                                 F                                                 C
    Now to the Dodge folk she was an Angel, they called her Lady Bountiful By day, and \”Queen Of Fairy Belles\”
    G
    by night
    C                                 F                                 C
    She was bringing in good money, so she gave plenty to the needy
    G                                                 C
    She sure could sing, but she sure knew her wrong from right
    F                                                                 C
    Now lovely Dora, she took the fancy of that mayor, James Dog Kelley
    G
    Like many a man before him, he was heard to say
    C                                                 F                                                                 C
    \”That there Dora is a beautiful creature, she gives men a strange nostalgia
    G                                                                 C
    Dreams of finer things and better days\”

    [Chorus]
    F                                                 Dm
    So sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
    C                                                                 F
    She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
    Dm                                                                 G
    Dream a dream, boys, of a promised land
    C
    Of Dora Hand

    [Bridge]
    Am                                                 Em
    Now young Spike Kennedy came up from Texas on a rolling black thunder cloud
    Dm                                                                                                                 Am
    He was a-whooping and a-whoring and a-drowning in whiskey like a one-man bad luck crowd
    Am                                                                                                 Em
    One night he saw Dora singing at the Alhambra and he tried to slip the lady a kiss
    Dm                                                                                                 Am
    Dog Kelley got angry and he knocked him on his belly with one flick of his Kansas wrist
    Dm                                 Em                 Am                                 G                                                 F
    Well now Spike, he got mad, he was looking out for blood, he was raging like the Devil\’s stepson
    Dm                 Em                                 Am                               G                                 F
    He rode out to the cabin which the mayor used for napping on a horse with a loaded six-gun
    Dm                                 Em                                 Am                                 G                                 F
    He fired in the dark, but he didn\’t hit his mark when the bullet went through that wall
    Dm                 Em                 Am                 G                 Am
    Kelley wasn\’t in his bed, lying there in his stead, Dora Hand was killed

    [Guitar Solo]
    C F C G C G C F C G F C G C

    [Verse 3]
    C F C
    So the marshals, they raised a posse, and they caught up with young Spike Kenedy
    G
    His daddy bought him free, even though he confessed
    Am F C
    All Dodge City wept for Dora, every bar closed as they buried her
    G C
    Four hundred cowboys rode her to her rest

    [Chorus]
    F Dm
    Sing a song, boys, with the funeral band
    C F
    We won\’t see her like again in this hard and barren land
    Dm G
    Wave her off, boys, to no man\’s land
    F
    Dora Hand
    C
    Our Dora Hand