Tab by Scott Davis
Update of Lyrics by Stephen Bell
Start with a down strum Am then riff 1
E ------------------------------
B --0--1--0---------------------
G -----------2--0---------------
D -----------------2--0---------
A -----------------------0--2--0
E ------------------------------
Followed by a C strum then G strum picking the bass
note of each chord
Then riff 2
E ----------0---------------
B --0--1--3----3--0---------
G -------------------2--0---
D -------------------------3
A --------------------------
E --------------------------
Followed by an F strum then a D strum picking the bass
note of each chord
Then repeat above.
Am C G
Well who could blame me I was just a lad of Eighteen
years
Am F D
Locking for adventure, I was heading for the sun
Am C G
And I left the polytechnic, And left for the southern
hemisphere
Am F
Me Ma said not to drink to much. I knew that I'd
drink far too much
Dm G
?Cause Dezzy Rielly wrote me And he told me it was so
much fun
Am F
The day that I got off the plane he met me there with
Frank McShane
Dm G D
They took me to the city and we stopped in for the one
D
And I saw a...
Chorus
G Am
Hurling stick from Derry And a door knocker from Cork
C F C
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
G Am
Up above the doorway De Valera smiling down
C D
G AM
At a posters in the hallway of the pubs of Dublin Town
Riff 1 and Riff 2
Am C G
Well who could blame me I could hold a tune and play a
bit
Am F
D
I'l only ever played in rock bands, but me accent it
was right
Am C G
And we played the tunes, we sang the songs, and for
the first time in me life I fit
Am F
And I liked the girl behind the bar, she was out six
months from Mulengar
Dm G
We'd all stop and have a jar, after work on Friday
night's
Am F
She told me that she loved this place, I leat across I
kissed her face
Dm G D
Me Irish heartbeat it did race, me Celtic head felt
light
D
Beneath the...
Chorus repeat
Riff 1 and Riff 2 x 2
Am C G
So who could blame me I was now a man of nineteen
years
Am F D
And it was the first time I'd spent Christmas on me
own
Am C G
Me Visa had expired and I'd began to like Australian
beer
Am F
And the cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
Dm G
Made me long for Ireland and I booked me ticket home
Am F
I walked into the house in Dublin City asking about me
family history
Dm G
The photos and the trinkets and the cap me Granda
owned
Am F
But then me ma looked at me in shock she said me boy
we sold the lot
Dm G
D
To a pleasant man from Melbourne who called us on the
phone
She'ld sold the?..
G Am
Hurling stick from Derry and a door knocker from Cork
C F C
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
G Am
Up above the doorway De Valera had come down
C D
G AM
And an ashtray that me Da? stole From a pub in Dublin
Town
An Accordeon from Italy That had never played a tune
And a shamrock made of plastic And a world cup team
from ninety
A horseshoe and a briar pipe, An ancient brick of peat
I looked down in surprise to see, The floor beneath my
feet
A recording by the Waterboys, A recipe for stew
and a litre of the Liffey and picture of James Gatway
The text books from the poly, Over which we used to
toil
And a paperback edition, Of the world of Roddy Doyle
She?d sold the crystal vase from Waterford, The Cup
from Donegal
She?d gone and sold the toilet seat, I had to stand to
do my business
A blackthorn stick from Arklow, Some driftwood from
the shore
The fiddle in the attic, And the sash me father wore
G Am
She sold the Hurling stick from Derry and a door
knocker from Cork
C F C
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
Up above the doorway, De Valera had come down
And an ashtray that me Da? stole, From a Pub in Dublin
Town
So I think perhaps I?ll get drunk, At the Pub in
Dublin Town
Steve Bell ([email protected])