Johnny Flynn - Barnacled Warship Chords & Tabs

This is an amazing song by Johnny Flynn called "Barnacled Warship":

Please contact me for any corrections, it is my first tab ;).
Intro: Am, C, F, C, Dm, Dm, Dm (* = a little time longer as usual^^(I think it's 
1/4 of a whole bar)),G
Am        C          F            C
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing
      Dm           Dm          Dm*           G
Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run
Am                 C            F         C
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
         Dm           Dm     Dm*             G
But I'll learn when I get my gun



     Am     C          F        C        
Well I left home three days ago
  Dm        Dm       Dm*      G
I feel like going to bed
Am       C            F         C  
Open the courts and a new religion
Dm      Dm         Dm        
Burning through my head
Dm      Dm         Dm*       G
Burning through my head


Made my way with the fusiliers
I even fought my way back home
But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
Had to fight the war on my own

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Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead


G             F             C
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
G               F            Am
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
G         F         C
I'm but a barnacled warship
G           F         Am
Singing the fighter's refrain
G           F
Singing the fighter's


Am      C            F         C
Made my way with the Salvation Army
          Dm        Dm         Dm        G   
Take them on with a tambourine
Am               C                F       C
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
Dm         Dm             Dm*        G
Smooth 'em out like margerine


Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Open the courts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head

Went to the gambling shop today
They had me five to one
Heard a voice behind me say
Put down the Bible and pick up your gun

Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead

I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's