The Graveyard Of The Outcast Dead chords with lyrics by Frank Turner - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

Frank Turner – The Graveyard Of The Outcast Dead chords

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[Intro]
A       D      A
F#m     E      A


[Verse 1]
A E F#mThey buried my body on Christmas
A D EIn the ground by the south river bank
A E F#mWorked to my death, for my very last breath
D E AI'd the Winchester bishops to thank
A E F#mNow the church held the keys to the brothel
D A ELit the window with a burning red light
A E F#mWhile I teased the funds from the pockets of johns
D E AThe bishop got rich in the night
[Pre Refrain]
EBut I didn't fall apart
EThrough my years in the dark
EFor my lover I guarded
EMy pure, pure heart
[Refrain]
A DAnd he meets me in the graveyard
A EThe graveyard where they made my bed
A DPlants a white flower under cold stars
F#m E A F#m E AOn the grave of the forgotten dead
[Verse 2]
A E F#mNow the bishops snuck off to fresh pastures
D A EWhile my grave was grown over with weeds
A E F#mNo burial plots, just some forget-me-nots
D E AFor the women they branded unclean
A E F#mThe wasteland was claimed by the city
D A EThey covered it with tenement slums
A E F#mFor where we'd been left had never been blessed
D E AAnd they dug down and built on our bones
[Pre Refrain]
EBut every December
EWith frost on his fingers
EMy lover returns
EFor he still remembers
[Refrain]
A DTo meet me in the graveyard
A EThe graveyard where they made my bed
A DPlants a white flower under cold stars
F#m E AOn the grave of the forgotten dead
[Instrumental] F#m E A A Dm A Dm [Bridge]
A DmThe sun goes down and the last folk leave
A DmIt's London Town on Christmas Eve
A DmMy lover still wanders bereft and bereaved
A DmFor he can't find the woman that he promised he'd meet
A DmThe sun comes up on the cold, cold ground
A DmIt's Christmas morning in London Town
A DmHe lays on my grave and he cradles his head
A DmAnd as he hears the church bells, he knows that I'm dead
[Verse 3]
A E F#mSo London, don't mourn for your lovers
D A ERaise a glass for us glorious dead
A E F#mFor beneath Southwark streets, we outlasted the priests
D E F#m/AAnd the city's raised up on our beds
D E AThough we're gone, London, do not forget
[Verse 4]
A DTo meet us on Christmas
A EIn the graveyard where they made our bed
A DPlant a white flower for the outcasts
F#m E DOn the graves of the forgotten dead
A DOh to meet us on Christmas
A EIn the graveyard where they made our bed
A DPlant a white flower for the outcasts
F#m E DOn the graves of the forgotten dead
[Outro]
F#m E AIn the Graveyard of the Outcast Dead
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