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Far Away Boys   Flogging Molly



[E]     [A]     [Am]     [E]                      
Well I w[E]orked on the r[A]ailroad for t[E]wo pence a d[A]ay
Dr[E]ank down one p[A]enny, the [Am]other I�d s[E]ave
I h[E]ammered and I h[A]ammered, for G[E]od knows how l[A]ong
W[E]ell into m[A]adness with [Am]each setting s[E]un
I p[E]ut my head d[A]own and I dr[E]eamt you were h[B]ere
With [E]me by the [A]ol� tree where [Am]no one could c[E]are
Chorus:

Far aw[E]ay boys, far aw[A]ay boys, aw[E]ay from ya n[A]ow
I�m l[E]yin� with my sw[A]eetheart, in her [Am]arms I�ll be f[E]ound

Then the s[E]un belched up[A]on me, you were [E]no longer h[A]ere
L[E]yin� in your pl[A]ace was my h[Am]ammer and my g[E]ear
So I st[E]amped out the f[A]ire that k[E]ept us both w[A]arm
The [E]ashes were f[A]allin� like the s[Am]now drops of [E]old
We c[E]ame to a m[A]ountain, dynam[E]ite and she�ll b[B]low
A big h[E]ole in that r[A]ock like the [Am]one in my s[E]oul
(play this solo as shown OR an octave up on the 1st string)
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D--2-4-6---4-6-4-2---4-6---9---2-4-6---4-6-4-2------4-2--
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CHORUS


We buried four workmen; they dug themselves well
From four empty coffins to four early graves
They�re only paddies, just paddies; don�t dig them too deep
You�ll need all your strength, boys, and they�re replaced easily
With the heat I was melting into your sweet lips
Ah, your kiss takes me back, takes me back from all this


CHORUS


Someone said it was Christmas but not a tree was in sight
The only thing growin� was my will to die
Till the gaffer said "Men, your work here is done"
I said "I�ll see you in Hell, on that train we died for"
Never again will I smell your sweet dream
But a pissed stained old gutter where your lips used to be


CHORUS


Quite simple, as all their songs tend to be. That's it for now. Enjoy it!

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