Hoist that rag

   Am          Dm         E7    Am Well I learned the trade from Piggy Noles,

F         Dm    B7    E7    and Sing Sing Tommy Shay, boys. Am          Dm   E7      Am God used me as a hammer, boys,    F        Dm    B7     E7    To beat his weary drum today.

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	 Am        Dm        E7         Am 

Hoist that rag.

	 Am        Dm        E7         Am 

Hoist that rag.

				  Am        Dm      E7        Am

Hoist that rag.

	 Am        Dm        E7         Am 

Am     Dm     E7       Am The sun is up the world is flat F         Dm       B7   E7     Damn good address for a rat

Am       Dm        E7       Am The smell of blood The Drone of flies

F        Dm            B7   E7      You know what to do if The baby cries

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    Am        Dm      E7     Am Well we stick our fingers in the ground,  F         Dm       B7    E7    heave and Turn the world around Am       Dm      E7       Am Smoke is blacking down the sun    F       Dm       B7       E7    At night I pray and clean my gun

Am           Dm           E7         Am The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings  

F      Dm      B7       E7    the gods go beggin here

    Am   Dm            E7      Am So just open fire when you hit the shore F      Dm      B7       E7    All is fair in love and war

Chorus