Hello, everyone. This is Flogging Molly's signature "sad song," so play it slowly with a proper amount of wistfulness. On the album version there's an acoustic guitar strumming chords and a banjo picking out a slow arpeggio throughout the whole song. They play the solo on an accordion, but it sounds all right on guitar as long as you've got another guitar playing the chords. Flogging Molly - Far Away Boys Intro: C... (the closing chord of the previous song, Sentimental Johnny) E A E B E A Am E

Well I w^Eorked on the r^Aailroad for t^Ewo pence a d^Aay Dr^Eank down one p^Aenny, the ^Amother I'd s^Eave I h^Eammered and I h^Aammered, for G^Eod knows how l^Aong W^Eell into m^Aadness with ^Ameach setting s^Eun I p^Eut my head d^Aown and I dr^Eeamt you were h^Bere With ^Eme by the ^Aol' tree where ^Amno one could c^Eare

Chorus:

Far aw^Eay boys, far aw^Aay boys, aw^Eay from ya n^Aow I'm l^Eyin' with my sw^Aeetheart, in her ^Amarms I'll be f^Eound

Then the s^Eun belched up^Aon me, you were ^Eno longer h^Aere L^Eyin' in your pl^Aace was my h^Amammer and my g^Eear So I st^Eamped out the f^Aire that k^Eept us both w^Aarm The ^Eashes were f^Aallin' like the s^Amnow drops of ^Eold We c^Eame to a m^Aountain, dynam^Eite and she'll b^Blow A big h^Eole in that r^Aock like the ^Amone in my s^Eoul

(play this solo as shown OR an octave up on the 1st string) e-------------------------------------------------------- B-------------------------------------------------------- G-------------------------------------------------------- D--2-4-6---4-6-4-2---4-6---9---2-4-6---4-6-4-2------4-2-- A-------------------------------------------------------- E-------------------------------------------------------- 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!

Flogging Molly - Far away boys