Am    577555
Dm    x57765
E7    076750
C     x32010
Am*   x02210
F     133211
E     022100
A     x02220
D     xx0232
F#m   244222


[Verse 1]
      Am                   Dm
'Twas quite the inky black night
        Am                                 E7                            Am
All the weather vanes were turning and the constable was burning out his light
     Am                  Dm
When lo our anchors went down, barnacle bound
    Am                                E7                                 Am
The men were up and churning yes, and soon the square was burning to the ground
    Dm                     E7
And oh, the flames were as gold

[Chorus]
               Am*   F          C                     G
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
            Am*                  F         E                     Am
What have I become?  A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town

[Verse 2]
Am                       Dm
It's been a fortnight or two
    Am                                 E7                            Am
The mutineers are plotting 'gainst the captain as I'm rotting in the goo
    Am
The constable was set to drown while the shabby scabs that went to town
     Dm
Were reconnoitering with blades and guns
    Am                                E7                        Am
The ale had started spilling yes, and soon the crew was killing everyone
    Dm                          E7
And oh, the streets burned with gold
    Dm                   E7
But oh, my bones were so cold

[Chorus]
               Am*   F          C                     G
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
              Am*                F         C      G              E
What have I become?  A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town

[Bridge]
A
I stumbled down the harbor to the tavern on the square
                                 E
And heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
A                               D
From some foul inebriates, some men I used to call my mates
         A                E                 A
Who were lost in song and this is what they sang
            A                                         E
They sang, "Hey, heigh, yo, ho!  O'er the Atlantic we go!
A                                 D
Drinking till we all get sick and coming up with limericks
       A           E                 A
But we never quite remember how they end
F#m                    D       A                    E
I can see my childhood home, I think of my dear old mum
              Am*
What have I become?

[Chorus]
               Am*   F          C                     G
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
              Am*                F         C      G
What have I become?  A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town
               Am*   F          C                     G
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
              Am*                F         E
What have I become?  A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten town
               Am*   F          C                     G
I scowl at the angry moon, I am sick on myself, I'm a bum
              Am*                F         E
What have I become?  A drunken maroon run aground in this rotten
                              Am*
In this rotten in this rotten town