Black Peter

A7                                                          D7

All of my friends come to see me last night

               A7                                            D7

I was layin' in my bed and dyin'

Em            Bm                             A            G    F#m

Annie Bonneau, from Saint Angel,

                   Em                                                     D7

Say the weather down here, so fine

Just then the wind came squalling through the dark

But who can the weather command

Just want to have a little peace to die

And a friend or two I love at hand

Jam

Fever roll up to a hundred and five

Roll on up, gonna roll back down

One more day, I find myself alive

Tomorrow, maybe go beneath the ground

C                                    D                     Em

See here how everything  lead up to this day

  Dm                                Am                                          Em

And it's just like any other day that's ever been

D                     G                                      C              Em        Am

Sun goin' up and then, the sun, it goin' down

F                                                                                 C                                          D

Shine through my window and my friends they come around

                Dm                              F                    A7

Come around, come around

The people might know, but the people don't care

That a man can be as poor as me

Take a look at poor Peter, he's lyin' in pain

Now, let's go run and see

D7

Run and see. x4

Jam in D