Im Alone
- Tallymoore
Key: Gm Gm ·
Orig: Gm ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Verse
Gm A#
we're running down the coast with the Yankee on our tail,
Csus2 Cm7
loaded down with rum, going every yard of sail
A# A#
St. Pierre and Mickelon, we have your liquid gold;
Cm Cm7 Csus2
in the sunny gulf of mexico with 1000 bottles sold
Chorus
A# D# A#
and the big seas they were rolling; we loaded down with rum
Cm Csus2
with schooner I'm Alone out of Lunnenberg we've come
A# A# Dm Gm
so send your fastest gunboats, and catch us if you can!
Cm Cm7
with the devil in our corner, running rum to Louisiane
Verse
Gm A#
we were good hard working fishermen when probihition came
Csus2 Cm7
with the schooner I'm Alone we earned our bit of fame
Gm A#
we threw away our fishing gear with the money rolling in
Cm Cm7 Csus2
america was thirsty getting tired of bathtub gin
Solo
Verse
Gm A#
we kept the coast guard busy; they never got a chance
Csus2 Cm7
to catch us with our cargo we showed them how to dance
Gm A#
but in international waters, 2000 miles from home
Csus2 Cm7
2 cutters finally got us and they sank the I'm Alone
Chorus
Gm D# A#
and the big seas they were rolling; we loaded down with rum
Cm Csus2
with schooner I'm Alone out of Lunnenberg we've come
Gm A# Dm Gm
so send your fastest gunboats, and catch us if you can!
Cm Cm7
with the devil in our corner, running rum to Louisiane
Verse
Gm A#
now the nova scotia schooners and the men who ran the rum
Csus2 Cm7
are not much more than stories now the days of glory are done
Gm A#
bootleg men and sailors are ghosts that come and go
Cm Cm7 Csus2
when the fog rolls in on Lunnenberg you'll hear them sing below
Chorus
A# D# A#
and the big seas they were rolling; we loaded down with rum
Cm Csus2
with schooner I'm Alone out of Lunnenberg we've come
A# A# Dm Gm
so send your fastest gunboats, and catch us if you can!
Cm Cm7
with the devil in our corner, running rum to Louisiane











