a salty dog ( simplified , in G )
by procol harum
a worthy exercise in how majors , minors , sustained and sevenths of
the same chords , as well as notes next to each other ( E , F , F# G )
can not only work together but be very melodic . sort of orchestral?
zackly .
G F#sus F# F#m7 Esus E
’all hands on deck , we’ve run afloe!’ i heard the captain cry
D6 D F#m Bm Bm7 F#m Gm A#
’explore the ship , replace the cook : let no one leave alive!’
F C F Fmaj7 F7
across the straits , around the horn : how far can sailors fly?
A# A#m F Csus – C
a twisted path , our tortured course , and no one left alive
we sailed for parts unknown to man , where ships come home to die
no lofty peak , nor fortress bold , could match our captain’s eye
upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
a sand so white , and sea so blue , no mortal place at all
we fired the gun , and burned the mast , and rowed from ship to shore
the captain cried , we sailors wept : our tears were tears of joy
now many moons , how many junes , have passed since we made land
a salty dog , this seaman’s log : your witness my own hand
[ most lyrics show the 7th word “afloat” . just as when you run into
the ground , and then you’ve run aground , should you happen to run
into an ice floe – – a big chunk of ice like an iceberg , but mostly
flat – – then you’ve run afloe . ]
a salty dog ( simplified , in G )
by procol harum
a worthy exercise in how majors , minors , sustained and sevenths of
the same chords , as well as notes next to each other ( E , F , F# G )
can not only work together but be very melodic . sort of orchestral?
zackly .
G F#sus F# F#m7 Esus E
’all hands on deck , we’ve run afloe!’ i heard the captain cry
D6 D F#m Bm Bm7 F#m Gm A#
’explore the ship , replace the cook : let no one leave alive!’
F C F Fmaj7 F7
across the straits , around the horn : how far can sailors fly?
A# A#m F Csus – C
a twisted path , our tortured course , and no one left alive
we sailed for parts unknown to man , where ships come home to die
no lofty peak , nor fortress bold , could match our captain’s eye
upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
a sand so white , and sea so blue , no mortal place at all
we fired the gun , and burned the mast , and rowed from ship to shore
the captain cried , we sailors wept : our tears were tears of joy
now many moons , how many junes , have passed since we made land
a salty dog , this seaman’s log : your witness my own hand
[ most lyrics show the 7th word “afloat” . just as when you run into
the ground , and then you’ve run aground , should you happen to run
into an ice floe – – a big chunk of ice like an iceberg , but mostly
flat – – then you’ve run afloe . ]
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