Frank Turner – The Graveyard Of The Outcast Dead chords

[Intro]
A       D      A
F#m     E      A


[Verse 1]
        A       E      F#mThey buried my body on Christmas
        A       D        EIn the ground by the south river bank
    A         E          F#mWorked to my death, for my very last breath
           D         E          AI'd the Winchester bishops to thank
           A             E             F#mNow the church held the keys to the brothel
         D               A          ELit the window with a burning red light
        A             E             F#mWhile I teased the funds from the pockets of johns
     D         E             AThe bishop got rich in the night


[Pre Refrain]
        EBut I didn't fall apart
        EThrough my years in the dark
        EFor my lover I guarded
        EMy pure, pure heart


[Refrain]
         A                DAnd he meets me in the graveyard
       A                         EThe graveyard where they made my bed
        A                     DPlants a white flower under cold stars
         F#m           E       A     F#m     E      AOn the grave of the forgotten dead


[Verse 2]
          A            E               F#mNow the bishops snuck off to fresh pastures
          D                A          EWhile my grave was grown over with weeds
       A     E               F#mNo burial plots, just some forget-me-nots
          D         E         AFor the women they branded unclean
        A           E              F#mThe wasteland was claimed by the city
        D               A        EThey covered it with tenement slums
      A               E                 F#mFor where we'd been left had never been blessed
           D           E            AAnd they dug down and built on our bones


[Pre Refrain]
      EBut every December
     EWith frost on his fingers
     EMy lover returns
     EFor he still remembers


[Refrain]
     A                DTo meet me in the graveyard
       A                         EThe graveyard where they made my bed
          A                   DPlants a white flower under cold stars
          F#m        E         AOn the grave of the forgotten dead


[Instrumental]
F#m     E      A
A       Dm     A      Dm


[Bridge]
     A                     DmThe sun goes down and the last folk leave
       A                      DmIt's London Town on Christmas Eve
      A                    DmMy lover still wanders bereft and bereaved
          A                          DmFor he can't find the woman that he promised he'd meet
      A                    DmThe sun comes up on the cold, cold ground
          A                   DmIt's Christmas morning in London Town
     A                         DmHe lays on my grave and he cradles his head
            A                         DmAnd as he hears the church bells, he knows that I'm dead


[Verse 3]
      A            E            F#mSo London, don't mourn for your lovers
         D              A      ERaise a glass for us glorious dead
        A                E              F#mFor beneath Southwark streets, we outlasted the priests
          D            E         F#m/AAnd the city's raised up on our beds
              D               E      AThough we're gone, London, do not forget


[Verse 4]
      A            DTo meet us on Christmas
          A                          EIn the graveyard where they made our bed
         A                     DPlant a white flower for the outcasts
         F#m             E        DOn the graves of the forgotten dead
       A              DOh to meet us on Christmas
         A                            EIn the graveyard where they made our bed
         A                 DPlant a white flower for the outcasts
          F#m         E          DOn the graves of the forgotten dead


[Outro]
          F#m             E       AIn the Graveyard of the Outcast Dead