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Fletcher Christian ukulele

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            C                     F
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

           C           G
Staring out across the sea

          C            F
Torn apart by duty's shackles

            C      G        C
The twisted tongues of loyalty


                            F
Well I sucked hard on every pleasure

        C             G
Till my head began to spin

               C                  F
He'll choose between the whip and feather

           C     G           C
And that is where his crimes begin


            F                  C
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

       G                    C
In paradise with the tables turned

                                    F
Yes, and I can feel the tattooist's needle

          C   G           C
I feel my neck and ankles burn


                                   F
Those South Sea isles are cold and barren

               C                  G
But this civil war's been good to me

              C                  F
Well, we took drugs and tore our uniforms

             C      G          C
And gave our captain up to the sea


            F                  C
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian

         G                 C
Twisting off the serpent's head

                               F
For the mutiny, I'll shoot the big one

        C      G         C
Hot and hungry, far from home


                                    F
Through the sun and sea, my skin is peeling

             C                 G
But it don't make the pictures fade

                 C                     F
Those shapes and symbols, I know their meaning

              C     G             C
The shameless riches from another world


                             F
If I return, they're sure to hang me

     C                   G
So I guess, I'll have to stay

                C                   F
And if I should croak out in the darkness

            C   G            C
No one will know I've gone away.

            
            
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