| Em | C | G | |
| I was just about | nineteen |
| C | D | G | |
| When I | landed | on their s | hore |
| D | Bm7 | |
| With my eyes big as | headlights |
| C | D | C | |
| Like the thousands and | thousands who | came bef | ore |
| G | |
| I was going to be | something |
| Bm7 | C | D | G | |
| I | smiled at the | man scrutin | ising my | face |
| D | Em | A | Em | A | |
| As I | stepped down off the | gangway |
| Came down to their city |
| Where I worked for many's the year |
| Built a hundred houses |
| Must've pulled half a million pints of beer |
| Living under suspicion |
| Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes |
| You can see that your nothing but a murderer |
| In their eyes, we're nothing but a bunch of murderers |
| Chorus |
| Em | C | G | C | D | G | |
| Hey J | ohnny, can't | wait 'til Saturday | nigh | t |
| D | Bm7 | |
| Got a thirst that's | raging |
| C | D | C | |
| Know a place where | we can | put that | right |
| G | Bm7 | |
| Wash away the | confusion |
| C | D | |
| Hose down this | fire ins | ide |
| G | |
| But | look out! |
| D | Em | |
| I'll | tear you into pieces if you | cross me |
| I'm sick of watching them break up |
| Every time some bird brain puts us down |
| Making jokes on the radio |
| Guess it helps them all drown out the sound |
| Of the crumbling foundations |
| Any fool can see the writing on the wall |
| But they just don't believe that it's happening |
| There's a crowd says I'm alright |
| Say they like my turn of phrase |
| Take me round to their parties |
| Like some dressed up monkey in a cage |
| And I play my accordian |
| Oh, but when the wine seeps through the facade |
| It's nothing but the same old story |
| Nothing but the same old story |
| Chorus |
| Got a brother in Boston |
| Says he'll send me on the fare |
| Just wrote me a letter |
| Making out that he's cleaning up out there |
| Two cars in the driveway |
| Summer house way down on the Cape |
| And I know that he's fix me up in the morning |
| I've been thinking about it |
| But it seems so far to go |
| People say in the winter |
| You'd get lost underneath the snow |
| And there's this girl from my home place |
| We've been planning to move back and give it a try |
| So I never got around to going |
| That's why I never got around to going |
| Chorus |
| Wow! Now there are TWO Paul Brady songs out there! From the 1981 album |
| "Hard Station" (Mercury #834 696-2. sell your car, fly to Dublin, buy it!) |
| but also on the US-available 1992 compilation "Songs and Crazy Dreams" |
| (Fontana #314 512 397-2). This song is about the Irish experience in |
| England.I play it as described, although playing with the record requires a |
| capo on the 2nd fret. |
| END |
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