Learn and Play Music: Up The Pool guitar chords - Jethro Tull tabs

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  Up the Pool 
  
  written by Ian Anderson 
  performed by Jethro Tull 
  from "Living in the past", 1971 
  transcribed by Peter Eybert <pjoe@charon.muc.de> 
  [Capo 7] 
  
  Dm7    D   C G  D 
    
      D                        A4               A 
  I'm going up the 'Pool, from down the smoke below 
     D                             A4            A 
  to taste me mum's jam Sarnis and see our Aunty Flo, 
      Bm               A4 A G      Bm            A4  A G 
  The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand 
       C              G           Bb                      C 
  down for freaky weekends in the hope that they'll be meeting 
            D     C G Dm7     D 
  Mr. Universe. 
  
      D                        A4            A 
  The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea 
       D                               A4               A 
  and along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea. 
      Bm          A4 A G       Bm               A4 A G 
  The politicians there who've come to take the air 
        C              G                Bb              C 
  while posing for the daily press will look around and blame the mess 
     D            C G Dm7    D 
  on Edward Pier. 
  
              D                   C               G              D 
  There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, muscels, rainy days 
  Bb                C           D         G6 
  seaweed and sand-castles, icy waves. 
  D                   C                    G               D 
  Deck-chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down, 
    Bb                  C             D 
  a sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze. 
    
  
  We're going up the 'Pool from down the Smoke below 
  
  to taste me mum's jam Sarnis and see our Aunty Flo, 
  
  The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand 
  
  down for freaky weekends in the hope that they'll be meeting 
  
  Mr. Universe. 
  
      D       C G    D       C G    D   Am 
  Oh, Blackpool, oh, Blackpool. 
    
  
  A4 = Asus4 = x02230 
  
  -- 
  pjoe@charon.muc.de

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