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Finnegans Wake Dropkick Murphys
Tim [B]Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a [G#]gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
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He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
B f#
To rise in the world, he carried a hod,
You [B]see he'd sort of a Trippling way:
With [G#]love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
e
To help him on with his work each day,
B f# B
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'...
Intro Riff:
e--------------------------------------------------| B--------------------------------------------------| G--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4 D--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--| A--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--| E--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------|
(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)
Verse 1: (ring out chords)
One [B]morning Tim was rather full, his [G#]head felt heavy, which made him shake,
e
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
B f#
So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake
[B]Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and [G#]laid him out upon the bed,
e B f#
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head
Chorus:
And [B]whack Fol-De-Dah now [G#]dance to your partner,
e B f#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[B]Wasn't it the [G#]truth I told
e B f#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Verse 2: (ring out)
His [B]friends assembled at his wake, and [G#]Missus Finnegan called for lunch
e B f#
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
[B]Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a [G#]nice clean corpse that you ever did see
e B f#
Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee
Chorus x1
Break:
B e f# B
Whoah,oh,oooh x2
Verse 3:
Then [B]Peggy O'Connor took up the job, [G#]Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
e B f#
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
[B]Then the war did soon engage, [G#]Woman to Woman and Man to Man
e B e
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began
[B]Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a [G#]bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
e f#
It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim,
[B]Tim revives, see how he rises, [G#]Timothy rising from the bed
e f#
Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"
Chorus x2
That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:
oddmenout4@theoddmenmout.com
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