Procol Harum - A Salty Dog, аккорды

Intro:
 
(seagulls and surf sound effects)

strings (arranged for guitar):

Db
-5 
Csus4
 
C
 
Cm7
 
Bbsus4
 
Bb
|----------------|----------------|----------------|---------------|
|--8---8---8---8-|--8---8---8---8-|--8---8---8---8-|-6---6---6---6-|
|-10--10--10--10-|-10--10---9---9-|--8---8---8---8-|-8---8---7---7-|
|-11--11--11--11-|-10--10--10--10-|--8---8---8---8-|-8---8---8---8-|
|----------------|----------------|----------------|---------------|
|--9---9---9---9-|--8---8---8---8-|--8---8---8---8-|-6---6---6---6-|

Verse 1:

Db
-5 
Csus4
 
C
"All hands on deck we've run afloat"
Cm7
 
Bbsus4
 
Bb
I heard the captain cry
Ab6
 
Ab
 
Cm/G
 
Fm
 
Fm7
 
Cm/Eb
Explore the ship replace the cook
Db
-5 
E6
Let no one leave alive

B/F#
 
F#
Across the straits around the horn
B
 
Bmaj7
 
B7
How far can sailors fly
E
 
Em6/G
A
 twisted path our tortured course
B/F#
 
F#sus4
 
F#
And no one left alive

Verse 2:

We sailed for parts unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak nor fortress bold
Could match our captain's eye

Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
The sand so white and sea so blue
No mortal place at all

Break:

strings/piano (arranged for guitar):

B
 
Ddim
v v v v v v v v
|-11--------------------|-4-----7-----6-----7--|
|-12----12--------------|-3-----6-----6-----6--|
|-11-11-11----10----11--|-4-----7-----7-----7--|
|-13----13-13-13----13--|-0-----0-----0-----0--|
|-14----14----14----14--|----------------------|
|-----------------------|----------------------|

F#
 
Adim
 
F#dim
v v v v v v v v
|--9----6--------------|-------------------2--|
|-11----7--------------|-4-----------6-----4--|
|-11-11-6--6--5-----6--|-5-----------5-----2--|
|-11----8-----8-----8--|-4-----------7-----4--|
|--9----9-----9-----9--|-0-----------0-----3--|
|----------------------|-------------------2--|


Verse 3:

We fired the gun and burned the mast
And rode from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept
Our tears were tears of joy

Now many moons and many Junes
Have passed since we made land
And the salty dog, the seaman's log
Your witness in my own hand