Em  D  Em  D


[Verse 1]
Em                 D         Em
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
   D        Em
Yo ho heave ho
                                  D        Em
There are men whose hearts are as black as coal
   D        Em
Yo ho heave ho

         Am                          C
And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue
  D                           Am
A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
                           C
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
       D                         B
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold


[Verse 2]
Fm                 D#        Fm
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
   D#       Fm
Yo ho heave ho
                                   D#       Fm
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
   D#       Fm
Yo ho heave ho

          Bbm                      C#
And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
    D#                          Bbm
The devil himself would have to call them scum
                            C#
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
      D#                  C
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight
  C
A piece of eight ( A piece of eight)
C
Five, six, seven, eight


[Bridge]
F                                Fm  F
Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right
                              Fm     F
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
                              Fm    F
Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware
             C
When there's money in the ground there's murder in the air
C
Murder in the air
N.C.
One more time now


[Verse 3]
F#m                E         F#m
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
   E        F#m
Yo ho heave ho
          F#m                         E    F#m
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
   E        F#m
Yo ho heave ho

         Bm                     D
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
           E                     Bm
There's no turning back from any course that's laid
                            D
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
        E                          C#
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery


[Outro]
F#m  E  F#m
F#m                E         F#m
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
F#m      E       F#m
Dead men tell no tales