Fm6/Ab ... Bb7 ... F


[VERSE I]
C                           Dm
 Man, she punched me like a dude
                   Fdim7
Hold your mad hands, I cried
            Gm7
‘Tis a pity she was a whore
               F
‘Tis my curse, I suppose
         C
That was patrol
         Dm
That was patrol
          Fdim7
This is the war


[INSTRUMENTAL]
Fm6/Ab ... F/A


[VERSE II]
C                           Dm
 Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
                    Fo7
Smote the mistress, drifting on
            Gm7
‘Tis a pity she was a whore
    F
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
C
 That was patrol
Dm
This is the war
            Fo7
‘Tis a pity she was a whore


[INSTRUMENTAL]
Fm6/Ab ... Bb7/Ab ... F


[VERSE III]
C                           Dm
 Man, she punched me like a dude
                       Fdim7
Hold your mad hands, I cried
                      Gm7
‘Tis a pity she was a whore
              F
‘Tis my fate, I suppose
              C
For, that was patrol
         Dm
That was patrol
            Fdim7          F/A
‘Tis a pity she was a whore


[OUTRO]
F/A  C  Am 
           Fdim7
‘Tis a pity she was a whore

Fm6/Ab
Woo!
      Bb7/Ab
Ahh! Woo!
F7  F7
Woo!