Intro Bm G Em A x4 Bm Verse 1 Bm A Bm I’m a maker of ballads right pretty Bm A Bm I write them right here in the street D/A A G You can buy them all over the city G F#m Bm yours for a penny a sheet Verse 2 Bm A Bm I’m a word pecker out of the printers Bm A Bm out of the dens of Gin Lane D/A A G I’ll write up a scene on a counter G F#m Bm A confessions and sins in the main, boys G A Bm confessions and sins in the main Chorus D/A G A D Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s G D/A A keeping the demons at bay A/G F#m7 Bm Em There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in A F#* but they’ll always be back Bm G Em A on a hanging day Bm G Em A on a hanging day Bm G Em A x3 Bm Verse 3 Bm A Bm They come rattling over the cobbles Bm A Bm they sit on their coffins of black D/A A G Some are struck dumb, some gabble G F#m Bm top-heavy on brandy or sec Verse 4 Bm A Bm The pews are all full of fine fellows Bm A Bm and the hawker has set up her shop D/A A G As they’re turning them off at the gallows G F#m Bm A She’ll be selling right under the drop, boys G A Bm selling right under the drop Chorus D/A G A D Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s G D/A A keeping the demons at bay A/G F#m7 Bm Em There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in A F#* but they’ll always be back Bm G Em A on a hanging day Bm G Em A on a hanging day Outro Bm G Em A x4 Bm F#*
