[ Предположительная тональность: F ] [chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Gm F Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island Gm 'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure Bb They dragged us from our homeland With the musket and their gun Gm Cromwell and his roundheads Battered all we know Bb Shackled hopes of freedom We're now but stolen goods F Darken the horizon Blackened from the sun Am This rotten cage of Bridgetown C Is where I now belong [Chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Gm F Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island Gm Red leg down a peg Blistered burns the soul Bb The floggings they're a plenty But reasons there are none Gm Our backs belong to landlords Where branded is there name Bb Paid for with ten shillings Cheap labor never breaks F The silver moon is shinin' Cools the copper blood Am Where the livin' meet the dead C And together dance as one [Chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Gm F Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island Gm Bb Gm Bb Ag-ony, will you cleanse this misery? Bb Gm For it's never again i'll breathe F The air of home Bb Gm From this sandy edge Bb Gm The rolling sea breaks my revenge Bb Gm With each whisper a thousand waves F I hear roar I'm coming home F Dark is the horizon Blackened by the sun Am This rotten cage of Bridgetown C Is where I now belong [Chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in Gm F Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island
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