Shiver My Timbers

Em  D  Em  D


[Verse 1]
Em                 D         Em
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
   D        Em
Yo ho heave ho
There are men whose hearts are as 
D        Em
black as coal
   D        Em
Yo ho heave ho

         Am                        
And they sailed their ship cross 
  C
the ocean blue
  D                          
A blood-thirsty captain and a 
 Am
cut-throat crew
                           C
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
       D                        
Of the lust for treasure and the 
 B
love of gold


[Verse 2]
Fm                 D#        Fm
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
   D#       Fm
Yo ho heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the 
D#       Fm
wind and tides
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   D#       Fm
Yo ho heave ho

          Bbm                      
And those buccaneers drowned their 
C#
sins in rum
    D#                          
The devil himself would have to call
Bbm
 them scum
                            C#
Every man aboard would have killed 
his mate
      D#                  C
For a bag of guineas or a piece of 
eight
  C
A piece of eight ( A piece of eight)
C
Five, six, seven, eight


[Bridge]
F                                
Hulla wacka ulla wacka something 
Fm  F
not right
                              Fm   
Many wicked icky things gonna 
  F
happen tonight
                              Fm 
Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man 
   F
beware
             C
When there's money in the ground 
there's murder in the air
C
Murder in the air
N.C.
One more time now


[Verse 3]
F#m                E         F#m
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
   E        F#m
Yo ho heave ho
          F#m                    
There are secrets that sleep with 
     E    F#m
old Davy Jones
   E        F#m
Yo ho heave ho

         Bm                    
When the mainsail's set and the 
 D
anchor's weighed
           E                     
There's no turning back from any 
Bm
course that's laid
                            D
And when greed and villainy sail the
 sea
        E                          
You can bet your boots there'll be 
C#
treachery


[Other]
F#m  E  F#m
F#m                E         F#m
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
F#m      E       F#m
Dead men tell no tales