Christy Moore - The contender

When ^CI was young, and I was in my ^Fday I could have s^Dmtole what woman's heart there was a^Gway. I'd sing and d^Cance into the morning, I'd blaze a^Dmway until the dawnin', Long bef^Fore I was the ^Gman you see tod^Cay.

And I was ^Cborn beneath the star that promised a^Fll I could have l^Dmived my life between Cork, Cobh and Y^Goughal. But the w^Cheel of fortune took me, And from the ^Dmhighest point it shook me, By the b^Fottle live by the b^Gottle I shall f^Call.

^AmBut there in the ^Dmmirror ^Gon the w^Call, ^AmI see the d^Dmream is f^Gading. ^AmFrom the cont^Dmender ^Gto the b^Crawl, The r^Bbing, the rose, the matador is ^Fravi^Gng.

And when I d^Cie I'll die a drunk down in the ^Fstreet, You can c^Dmount me out to ten in clear def^Geat. Rap the s^Ctarry plough around me, Let the p^Dmipers air resound me. There I'll ^Frest until the l^Gord of love I m^Ceet.

^AmBut there in the ^Dmmirror ^Gon the w^Call, ^AmI see the d^Dmream is f^Gading. ^AmFrom the cont^Dmender ^Gto the b^Crawl, The r^Bbing, the rose, the matador is ^Fravi^Gng.

Rap the s^Ctarry plough around me, Let the p^Dmipers air resound me, There I'll ^Frest until the l^Gord of love I m^Ceet.