Old Albion Tab

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                             Old Albion - Skrewdriver
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Tabbed by: Eddie Shit
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Tuning: Standard


   A            E            G            D

e|-0--0-------|-0--0-------|-3--3-------|-2--2-------|
B|-2-----2----|-0-----0----|-3-----3----|-3-----3----|
G|-2-------2--|-1-------1--|-0-------0--|-2-------2--|
D|-2----------|-2----------|-0----------|-0----------|
A|-0----------|-2----------|-2----------|------------|
E|------------|-0----------|-3----------|------------|


The above pattern of strumming works very well with this song.


A               E                    G                  D

The scent of an English meadow wafts gently through the bars

A                    E               G              D

The sounds of summer harvesting, can be heard from afar

A                 E         G                  D


The beauty of old Albion, a beauty hard to beat

A                        E              G              D

But the heart has been corrupted by the changing power seat



(Chorus)

A                 E                     G       D

Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?     (x2)





Our warriors are slandered and thrown into their jails
And kept from all their loved ones, in dungeons deep and stale
They say that, self defence is no offence until the law starts with their lies
They'll send you down for protecting your own, already guilty in their lying eyes



Our hearts are full of love and pride for England is our home
The hills and dales are in our souls and the forest ours to roam
But now we lie back in our cells and think of times gone by
We think back on our lives and homes and the girls who wait and cry