Good Captain
Clack
G - Em - Am - D
G Em Am D
1. Still scowling black, good Captain Clack,
G Em Am - D
must eat his humble pie,
G G7 C Cm
his bed is made the colours
fade,
G Em Am
- D
his eyes
once wet and dry.
G Em Am D
2. The naked muse who sits and chews,
G Em Am - D
tobacco off a tree,
G G7 C Cm
removes his shoes, gives way
to booze,
G D G
and searches
endlessly.
Eb Bb Ab Eb
See the naked jumberlack, sip his aphrodisiac,
F Bb
cotton-picking
farmers three.
Eb Bb Ab Eb
Though I lost my weather vane,
and of sense I have one grain,
F Bb
I'm content sipping lemon tea.
+ verse 1 as instrumental
G Em Am D
3. Still scowling black, good Captain Clack,
G Em Am - D
must eat his humble pie,
G G7
C Cm
his bed is made the colours
fade,
G Em Gm
his eyes
once wet and dry.
(Procul
Harum)