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Band: Dropkick Murphys Song: Finnegan's Wake Album: Do or Die Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com Intro Verse: (clean)
Tim BFinnegan lived in Watling Street, a G#gentle Irishman - Mighty odd He'd a Ebeautiful brogue so rich and sweet, To Brise in the world, he F#carried a hod, You Bsee he'd sort of a Trippling way: With G#love for a liquor poor Tim was born, To Ehelp him on with his work each day, He'd a Bdrop of the Craythor F#every morn'...B
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 Bmorning Tim was rather full, his G#head felt heavy, which made him shake, EFell from the ladder and broke his skull, So they Bcarried Him home, his F#corpse to wake BRolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and G#laid him out upon the bed, A Ebottle of whiskey at his feet, and a Bgallon of Porter F#at his head
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And Bwhack Fol-De-Dah now G#dance to your partner, EWelt the floor, ByourF# trotters shake BWasn't it the G#truth I told Ye Elots of fun Bat F#Finnegan's Wake
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His Bfriends assembled at his wake, and G#Missus Finnegan called for lunch EFirst they brought in tea and cake, then Bpipes, tobacco and F#whiskey punch BBiddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a G#nice clean corpse that you ever did see ETim brother, hey why did you die' Arrah Bhold your gob see F#Patty Magee
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B WhoEah,F#oh,ooBoh x2 Verse 3: Then BPeggy O'Connor took up the job, G#Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure EBiddy then gave her a belt on the gob and Bleft her sprawling F#on the floor BThen the war did soon engage, G#Woman to Woman and Man to Man ShilElelah-law was all the rage, an' a Brow and a ruction Esoon began BMickey Maloney raised his head, when a G#bottle Of whiskey flew at him, It Emissed him falling on the bed, the F#liquor scattered over Tim, BTim revives, see how he rises, G#Timothy rising from the bed EWhirl your whisky around like blazes, &F#quot;Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead'"
Chorus x2 That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me: oddmenout4@theoddmenmout.com