Skinny Lister – Forty Pound Wedding chords
Chords:
[Chorus]GWell, as I walked down the metal roadCWith all but forty poundsGOnly the bells around my waistDThe cut-throats to confoundGNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob meCNo vagabond likewiseG G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes[Verse]GWell, the first I met was a tinkerCWith gold rings to sellGEach one cost a tennerDBut some looked twice as wellGAnd I said, "That's lucky for me,"CAnd parted with some cashGTo take a golden wedding bandD GTo my deserving lass[Chorus]GWell, as I walked down the metal roadCWith all but thirty poundsGOnly the bells around my waistDThe cut-throats to confoundGNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob meCNo vagabond likewiseG G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes[Verse] Well, the next I met was a gypsy She had a yard of Honiton lace Eyes as brown as berries With an honest, open face And I said "That's lucky for me," And parted with some cash To take a beautiful wedding veil To my deserving lass [Chorus]GWell, as I walked down the metal roadCWith all but twenty poundsGOnly the bells around my waistDThe cut-throats to confoundGNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob meCNo vagabond likewiseG G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes[Verse]GWell, the next I met was an urchinCHe had orchids by the scoreGBlues and reds and yellowsDTo make the sun feel soreGAnd I said "That's lucky for me,"CAnd parted with some cashGTo take a rare wedding bouquetD GTo my deserving lass[Chorus]GWell, as I walked down the metal roadCWith all but ten poundsGOnly the bells around my waistDThe cut-throats to confoundGNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob meCNo vagabond likewiseG G D GAnd I bet my hide I'll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes[Verse]GWell, the last I met was a farmerCHe had a Magnum of champagneGHe wanted fifteen guineasDBut I clinched it just the sameGAnd I said, "That's lucky for me!CNow we can raise a glassGAnd drink a sparkling wedding toastD GTo my deserving lass!"[Bridge] Well, my Father is an ignorant man You can hear him loudly call "It's a curtain ring on her finger And her veil's a gypsy's shawl And what a fine bunch of wayside weeds Fresh-picked from down the lane And a wedding cup of cider sets us on the road again." [Chorus]GWell, as I walked down the metal roadCWith never a weary poundGOnly the bells around my waistDThe cut-throats to confoundGNo sharp-eyed rogue would rob meCNo vagabond likewiseG G D GAnd I kept my hide and I won my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes