Fletcher Christian Chords

            D                     G
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian
 
           D           A
Staring out across the sea
 
          D            G
Torn apart by duty's shackles
 
            D      A        D
The twisted tongues of loyalty
 
 
                            G
Well I sucked hard on every pleasure
 
        D             A
Till my head began to spin
 
               D                  G
He'll choose between the whip and feather
 
           D     A           D
And that is where his crimes begin
 
 
            G                  D
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian
 
       A                    D
In paradise with the tables turned
 
                                    G
Yes, and I can feel the tattooist's needle
 
          D   A           D
I feel my neck and ankles burn
 
 
                                   G
Those South Sea isles are cold and barren
 
               D                  A
But this civil war's been good to me
 
              D                  G
Well, we took drugs and tore our uniforms
 
             D      A          D
And gave our captain up to the sea
 
 
            G                  D
Sometimes I feel like Fletcher Christian
 
         A                 D
Twisting off the serpent's head
 
                               G
For the mutiny, I'll shoot the big one
 
        D      A         D
Hot and hungry, far from home
 
 
                                    G
Through the sun and sea, my skin is peeling
 
             D                 A
But it don't make the pictures fade
 
                 D                     G
Those shapes and symbols, I know their meaning
 
              D     A             D
The shameless riches from another world
 
 
                             G
If I return, they're sure to hang me
 
     D                   A
So I guess, I'll have to stay
 
                D                   G
And if I should croak out in the darkness
 
            D   A            D
No one will know I've gone away.
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