A Salty Dog (2 вариант)

Intro: 
 
(seagulls and surf sound effects) 
 
strings (arranged for guitar): 
 
Db-5 Csus4 C Cm7 Bbsus4 Bb 
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|--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-| 
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|--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--|----------------------| 
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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--| 
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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