C Dm Man, she punched me like a dude G#dim7 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 G#dim7 This is the war Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock Smote the mistress, drifting on ‘Tis a pity she was a whore She stole my purse, with rattling speed That was patrol This is the war ‘Tis a pity she was a whore Man, she punched me like a dude Hold your mad hands, I cried ‘Tis a pity she was a whore ‘Tis my fate, I suppose For, that was patrol That was patrol ‘Tis a pity she was a whore G#dim7 ‘Tis a pity she was a whore Fm6/G# Woo! A#7/G# Ahh! Woo! F7 F7 Woo! | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#7 C Dm F Fm Fm6 F7 Gm G# G#dim Gm7 G#dim7 |