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Sweet Albion Blues

Biografia:

Frank Turner é um cantautor folk/punk de Winchester, UK.

Após a dissolução da banda hardcore Million Dead em 2005, Frank embarcou a tempo inteiro numa carreira a solo.

Discografia:

2005 - Frank Turner's Demo
2007 - Campfire Punkrock
2007 - The Real Damage
2007 - Sleep Is For The Week
2008 - Love Ire & Song
2008 - The First Three Years
2009 - Poetry Of The Deed
2010 - Take to the Road: Live 2009
2010 - iTunes Festival: London 2010
2011 - 2011-11-17: Daytrotter Session, Big Orange Studios, Austin, TX, USA

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SONG: SWEET ALBION BLUES
ARTIST: FRANK TURNER
VIDEO: http://youtu.be/aYN5-iRcfU8
VIDEO: HUCK presents... frank Turner - Sweet Albion Blues
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]

SWEET ALBION BLUES
FRANK TURNER

NOTE: LOOK AT VIDEO FOR TIMING, ETC.
VIDEO: HUCK presents... Frank Turner - Sweet Albion Blues

INTRO: E

VERSE:

E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I came down from Newcastle town E
To the part of the south coast that I love the most.

E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I was stretched out tight after a couple of nights E
Going crazy in Glasgow, I think you all know how that goes.

CHORUS:
A
I needed some peace, somewhere to stand still,
Through the Cotswold hills down to Portland Bill,
E
And to charge up my batteries for next weekend,
Where I'd be cruising through Cardiff and ending up in Southend.
B
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
A-(MUTED/MUFFLED) E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.

VERSE:

E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I met a guy from Cornwall who'd never left the county E
I told him about the big smoke, I don't think he believed me.

E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
I told him about the scene along the south coast to Kent, E
Across the estuary to East Anglia, and then I think he knew what I meant.

CHORUS:
A
A man is bored of life if he's bored of these islands,
All creation is here from Hythe to the Highlands.
E
The Black Country witnessed my basest predations
And the road up to Hull is paved with wicked intentions.
B
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
A-(MUTED/MUFFLED) E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.

INSTRUMENTAL:

RIFF:
Em A
E --3--0----------------------3--0------------------
B --------3--0----------------------3--0------------
G --------------3--4--0-------------------3--4--2---
D -----------------------2----------------------2---
A -----------------------2--------------------------
E --------------------------------------------------

Em A E
E --3--0----------------------
B --------3--0----------------
G --------------3--4--0-------
D -----------------------2----
A -----------------------2-----
E ----------------------------

BREAK: (PLAY RIFF ABOVE OVER THESE WORDS)

All across the hills and valleys,
From the A roads to the seas,
The suburbs lead up to the cities,
And that's where you'll find me.

BREAK: (PLAY RIFF ABOVE OVER THESE WORDS)

All across the hills and valleys,
From the A roads to the seas,
The suburbs lead up to the cities,
And that's where you'll find me.

VERSE:
A
Go mad in Manchester, wind down in Winchester,
Roaming the home counties, where the parties are free,
E
Circling London like dirt round a storm drain and
Somewhere near Holborn's the heart of the beast.
B
Don't go stopping and putting down roots
A-(MUTED/MUFFLED) E
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.

OUTRO:
E A B E
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
E A B E
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.
E A B E
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
E A B E
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.