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Tuning: E A D G B E
Time for the final song! It also happens to be one of the most enjoyable ones to play because of how much you have to switch chords. I'd imagine that this is a lot easier to do on my accordion than it must be using an actual guitar, but you folks are good. You'll figure it out. CHORDS USED: F C G Am
It seemed like Ceverything we heard and hoped Gmight be Amtrue We got a Cride right away and she took us to the AmduneFs
And Amwe fell asGleep to the Csounds of a carnival From a Amvillage Gfurther down the Cbeach We Amwoke up the next Gmorning on a Cbed of tiny Amflowers, Packed the Ctent and went to Gget somethin' to Ceat
We bought a Amcheap jar of peanut butter and a Cloaf of fresh white bread, We made Amsandwiches on the beach; life doesn't Fget any better than Gthis
We Cwalked in for free to the first Gcastle that we Amfound It was Cempty, it was late, it beGcame our campAmgroFund And we Amspotted a Gtent and we Cmet another Fcamper And he Amtold us Ghis sad Cstory-- Well Amhe had been Gdumped by a Cgirl that he Floved, but he Amtold us Gnot to Cworry
You can Amcamp anywhere, no one's gonna care; why Cwould they? "It's not Amlike this at home," we told him, "you know" He said your Fhome's so far Gaway
CWe went west all the way 'til the Gland ran Amout We slept Cat an empty house in the Gmiddle of a tiny AmtownF We met a Amman at a Gcrossroads who Csaid it was his Fdream to Amsomeday Gcome to BloomingCton AmWe thought it was Gfunny because Cfor you and Fme, it was our Amdream to be Ghere in IreCland
AmHe was a big fan of John Melloncamp; we Ctold him everything we knew about him We Aminvited him to come and stay at our house; when we Fgot to our stop he didn't Gwant us to get out C F Am
We stayed the night at the house of a guy from Albany
He was Cglad to meet Americans; he made us spagheAmttiF
And Amwe met a Gman who Csaid he was a Fdoctor and he Amtook us on Gsome of his Chouse calls He Amtaught us the Gbest way to get a Cdonkey to Fcome to you is not to Ampay them any Gattention at Call
And I Amcrawled to the edge and peeked over my head and Clooked down to the sea It was Amtwo thousand feet to the water below; it Flooked so blue, it Glooked so deep
And don't Cever let 'em Ftell you that it Amrains in IreCland CWell if they tell you Fthat you can be Gsure they've never Cbeen 'Cause the Csun is always Fshinin' and the Amhills are always Cgreen And the Cpeople are always Fsmilin' and Gofferin' you Cdrinks
G - Am - G
We'd Cset up our tent on the cliffs right by the Amsea Almost Cevery night and the waves rocked us to AmsleeFp
A Ampostman from GWales and his Cfriend from FEngland Bought us Amfries at the Gwesternmost Cpub AmWe sat with Gthem and two Cothers we'd Fmet And we all Amwatched the Gpostman get Cdrunk
And at Amfirst the Burren might seem like a Cwaste land of broken stones AmLook in the cracks and you'll see there's a Fsecret there that Ggrows And CGalway City really Gfeels a lot like Amhome We wentC through ConnGemara and up to SAmligFo
And Amat the Slieve GLeague we couldn't Csee Fanything; We decAmided that Gwe should turn Cback The Ammist was so Gthick that we Ccouldn't find our Ffeet And the Amtrail was called GDeadman's CPass
AmOn one side it was three thousand feet down to the Cocean AmThe other was two thousand feet to the ground And Fanyway our time was Grunning out
And Cwe crossed the country in Gless than a Amday Our Clast ride to Dublin Gasked us the same AmthingFs
They Amasked if we Ghad any Ckin from FIreland; They were Amsurprised when Gwe said Cno When I Amsaid I didn't Gdrink and hadn't Ctried Guinness Fyet They were the Amfirst ones to Gsay, "way to Cgo"
And Amas our ferry was leaving the CEmerald Isle behind We were Amalready making our plans Fto come back someGtime
And don'tC ever let 'em Ftell you that it Amrains in IreCland Well Cif they tell you Fthat you can be Gsure they've never Cbeen 'Cause the Csun is always Fshinin' and the Amhills are always Cgreen And Cpeople are always Fsmilin' and Gofferin' you Cdrinks