Tuning: E A D G B E

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 13:53:50 -0600 From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies) Subject: CRD/TAB: Selections from Pogues' "The Best Of The Rest" Hi folks! I just recently discovered the Pogues, and have been listening to little else for the past couple weeks. (This is after a long struggle to find the Best Of The Pogues, v. I & II, which are out of print in the states.) After picking through several of the songs, I checked out OLGA and discovered that, of all the great tracks on v.II (personally, I think it's a better album than The Best Of The Pogues) only Young Ned Of The Hill and Summer In Siam had been transcribed. So here, to fill that gap, are 8 songs from that collection. My

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THE POGUES: THE BEST OF THE REST Transcribed by Brian Davies Send comments and corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu For more of my tablature, check out: http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/ IF I SHOULD FALL FROM GRACE WITH GOD by Shane MacGowan

^A ^D ^A ^F#m ^A ^D ^F#m ^E ^A ^D ^A ^F#m ^A ^D ^E ^A

If I should ^A fall from grace with God Where no ^D doctor can re^Alieve me. If I'm ^A buried 'neath the sod But the ^D angels won't re^F#mceive me.

Let me ^A go, boys, Let me go, ^F#m boys. ^A Let me go down ^D in the ^A mud Where the ^E rivers all run ^A dry.

^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A

This ^A land was always ours, Was the ^D proud land of our ^A fathers. It be^Alongs to us and them, Not to ^D any of the ^F#m others.

Let them ^A go, boys, Let them go, ^F#m boys. ^A Let them go down ^D in the ^A mud Where the ^E rivers all run ^A dry.

^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A

^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^D ^E ^A ^A ^D ^E ^A

^A Bury me at sea Where no ^D murdered ghost can ^A haunt me. If I ^A rock upon the waves Then no ^D corpse can lie up^F#mon me.

It's coming up ^A threes, boys, Coming up threes, ^F#m boys. ^A Let them go down ^D in the ^A mud Where the ^E rivers all run ^A dry.

^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A

If I should ^A fall from grace with God Where no ^D doctor can re^Alieve me. If I'm ^A buried 'neath the sod So the ^D angels won't re^F#mceive me.

Let me ^A go, boys, Let me go, ^F#m boys. ^A Let me go down ^D in the ^A mud Where the ^E rivers all run ^A dry.

^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A ^A ^A ^D ^A ^A ^A ^E ^A

^A ^D ^A ^F#m ^A ^D ^F#m ^E ^A ^D ^A ^F#m ^A ^D ^E ^A

THE SICK BED OF CUCHULAINN by Shane MacGowan

^C ^Dm ^C ^Dm ^C ^Dm ^F ^C

Mc^CCormack and Richard ^Dm Tauber are ^C singing by the ^Dm bed. There's a ^C glass of punch be^Dmlow your feet and an ^F angel at your ^C head. There's ^C devils on each ^Dm side of you with ^C bottles in their ^Dm hands. You need ^C one more drop of ^Dm poison and you'll ^Am dream of foreign ^Am lands.

When you ^F pissed yourself in ^Bb Frankfurt and got ^C syph down in Co^Flogne And you ^F heard the rattling ^Bb death trains as you ^C lay there all a^Flone, Frank ^F Ryan brought you ^C whiskey in a ^Bb brothel in Ma^Cdrid And you ^Bb decked some fucking ^Bb blackshirt who was ^C cursing all the ^C Yids. At the ^F sick bed of Cu^Fchulainn we'll ^Bb kneel and say a ^F prayer And the ^Bb ghosts are rattling ^F at the door and the ^C devil's in the ^F chair.

^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F

And ^F in the Euston ^Bb Tavern you ^C screamed it was your ^F shout But they ^F wouldn't give you ^Bb service so you ^C kicked the windows ^F out. They ^F took you out in^Cto the street and ^Bb kicked you in the ^C brains, So you ^Bb walked back in through a ^Bb bolted door and ^C did it all a^Cgain. At the ^F sick bed of Cu^Fchulainn we'll ^Bb kneel and say a ^F prayer And the ^Bb ghosts are rattling ^F at the door and the ^C devil's in the ^F chair.

^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^C

You re^Cmember that foul ^Dm evening when you ^C heard the banshees ^Dm howl, There was ^C lazy drunken ^Dm bastards singing ^F 'Billy is in the ^C bowl.' They ^C took you up to ^Dm midnight mass and ^C left you in the ^Dm lurch So you ^C dropped a button ^Dm in the plate and ^Am spewed up in the ^Am church.

Now you'll ^F sing a song of ^Bb liberty for ^C blacks and paks and ^F jocks And they'll ^F take you from this ^Bb dump you're in and ^C stick you in a ^F box. Then they'll ^F take you to Clough^Cprior and ^Bb shove you in the ^C ground But you'll ^Bb stick your head back ^Bb out and shout, "We'll ^C have another ^C round." At the ^F graveside of Cu^Fchulainn we'll ^Bb kneel around and ^F pray And ^Bb God is in His ^F heaven, and ^C Billy's down by the ^F bay.

^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F

THE OLD MAIN DRAG by Shane MacGowan {This song keeps a drone going underneath. To get the same feel on a guitar, finger the chords so that you get a constant D on the B string -- D=xx0232, G=320033, A=x02230.} Introduction on Verse Chords

When I ^D first came to ^G London I was ^A only six^Dteen With a ^G fiver in my ^A pocket and my ^D ole dancing ^A bag. I ^G went down to the ^A dilly to ^D check out the ^A scene But I ^D soon ended ^G up upon the ^A old main ^D drag.

There the ^D he-males and the ^G she-males pa^Araded in ^D style And the ^G old man with the ^A money would ^D flash you a ^A smile. In the ^G dark of an ^A alley you would ^D work for a ^A five For a ^D swift one off the ^G wrist down on the ^A old main ^D drag.

In the ^D cold winter ^G nights the old ^A town it was ^D chill, But there were ^G boys in the ^A cafes who'd ^D give you cheap ^A pills. If you ^G didn't have the ^A money you'd ca^Djole and you'd ^A beg. There was ^D always lots of ^G Tuinol on the ^A old main ^D drag.

^A One ^D evening as I was ^G lying down ^A in Leicester ^D Square, I was ^G picked up by the ^A coppers and ^D kicked in the ^A balls. Between the ^G metal doors at ^A Vine Street I was ^D beaten and ^A mauled And they ^D ruined my ^G good looks for the ^A old main ^D drag.

In the ^D tube station the ^G old ones who were ^A on the way ^D out Would ^G dribble and ^A vomit and ^D grovel and ^A shout, And the ^G coppers would ^A come along and ^D push them a^About, And I ^D wished I could es^Gcape from the ^A old main ^D drag.

And ^D now I am ^G lying here I have ^A had too much ^D booze. I've been ^G spat on and ^A shat on and ^D raped and a^Abused. I ^G know that I am ^A dying and I ^D wish I could ^A beg For some ^D money to ^G take me from the ^A old main drag.

DARK STREETS OF LONDON by Shane MacGowan

^F ^C ^Bb ^F I ^F like to walk in the ^Bb summer ^F breeze Down ^F Dalling Road by the ^Bb dead old ^C trees And ^F drink with my friends In the ^Bb Hammersmith ^F Broadway Dear ^F dirty de^Bblightful old ^C drunken old ^F days

Then the ^F winter came down and I ^Bb loved it so ^F dearly The ^F pubs and the bookies where you'd ^Bb spend all your ^C time And the ^F old men that were singing When the ^Bb roses bloom a^Fgain And ^F turn like the ^Bb leaves To a ^C new summer^Ftime

And now the ^F winter comes down I ^Bb can't stand the ^F chill That ^F comes to the streets around ^Bb Christmas ^C time And I'm ^F buggered to damnation And I ^Bb haven't got a ^F penny To ^F wander the ^Bb dark streets of ^C Lon^Fdon

^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^C ^Bb ^F

And every ^F time that I look on the ^Bb first day of ^F summer Takes me ^F back to the place where they ^Bb gave EC^CT And the ^F drugged up psychos with ^Bb death in their ^F eyes And how ^F all of this ^Bb really means ^C nothing to ^F me

Chorus

^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^C ^Bb ^F

Third Verse Chorus

To ^F wander the ^Bb dark streets of ^C Lon^Fdon To ^F wander the ^Bb dark streets of ^C Lon^Fdon

^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^F ^Bb ^C ^F ^F ^Bb ^F ^F ^C ^Bb ^F

REPEAL OF THE LICENSING LAWS by Spider Stacy

There are two pieces to this song. I've labelled them arbitrarily...

^G ^G ^G ^D ^G ^G ^D ^G = Verse ^D ^G ^C ^D ^G ^G ^D ^G

^G ^G ^G ^D ^G ^G ^D ^G = Chorus ^G ^G ^G ^D ^G ^G ^D ^G

{The sequence is: Verse, Verse, Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Verse (quiet), Chorus, Chorus, Chorus} TURKISH SONG OF THE DAMNED by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer {The tab is a little short on space for all the fast notes -- suffice it to say that 23232 means a trill with hammer-ons and pull-offs, not a note played at the 23,232th fret.} (e) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (B) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (G) |-----------------|-----0-----------|-----------------|-----0---2-------| (D) |-----0---23232-0-|-2323--232-------|-----0---23232-0-|-2323--2---------| (A) |-0-1---0---------|---------------1-|-0-1---0---------|---------------0-| (E) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 (e) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (B) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (G) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----0---2-------| (D) |-----------0-----|---0-------------|-----0---23232-0-|-2323--2---------| (A) |-01010-0-1---0-0-|-1---0-1---------|-0-1---0---------|-----------------| (E) |-----------------|---------3-----3-|-----------------|-----------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4

I ^Am come old friend from hell tonight across the rotting sea. Nor the ^Am nails of the cross nor the blood of Christ Can bring you help this eve. The ^Dm dead have come to claim a debt from ^Am thee. They ^Dm stand outside your door four score and ^Am three. ^G

Did you ^C keep a watch for the ^F dead man's wind, Did you ^C see the woman with the ^G comb in her hand, ^C Wailing away on the ^F wall on the strand As you ^C danced to the Turkish ^G song of the damned.

^Am ^Am ^Dm You re^Ammember when the ship went down, you left me on the deck. The ^Am captain's corpse jumped up and threw his arms around my neck. For ^Dm all these years I've had him on my ^Am back. This ^Dm debt cannot be paid with all your ^Am jack. ^G

Chorus Twice

^Am ^Am ^Dm Repeat Intro Riff

And ^Am as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white. This ^Am shadow hanging over me is no trick of the light. The ^Dm spectre on my back will soon be ^Am free. The ^Dm dead have come to claim a debt from ^Am thee. ^G

Chorus Thrice Whistle Solo Over Chorus Twice Final Riff Seven Times |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-----| (e) |-------------------------|-------------0-------------| (B) |-------------------------|---------1-3---3-1---------| (G) |-0---0-0---0-2---2-2-0-2-|-0---0-0-----------0-2-0---| (D) |---------2---------------|---------------------------| (A) |-------------------------|---------------------------| (E) |-------------------------|---------------------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-----| (e) |-------------------------|---------------------------| (B) |-------------------------|---------------------------| (G) |-0---0-0---0-2---2-2-0-2-|-0-----------0-------------| (D) |---------2---------------|---2-0---0-2---2-0---0-2---| (A) |-------------------------|-------3-----------3-------| (E) |-------------------------|---------------------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 LULLABY OF LONDON by Shane MacGowan {I fingerpick this, with my thumb on the bass string (either E or A), index finger on the D string, and ring finger on the G string. I play it straight quarter notes: thumb, index, ring, index, etc.}

^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^G ^G

^C ^C ^C ^C As ^C I walked ^F down by the ^C river^Fside One ^C evening ^F in the ^C spring, ^C Heard a ^C long gone ^F song from ^C days gone ^F by Blown ^C in on the ^F great North ^C wind. ^C Though there ^F is no lonesome ^C corncrake's cry Of ^Am sorrow and de^Flight, You can ^C hear the ^F cars and the ^C shouts from ^F bars And the ^C laughter ^F and the ^C fights. ^C

May the ^F ghosts that howled round the ^C house at night Never ^Am keep you from your ^F sleep. May they ^C all sleep ^F tight down in ^C hell to^Fnight Or ^C wherever ^F they may ^C be. ^C

^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^G ^G

^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^G ^G

As ^C I walked ^F on with a ^C heavy ^F heart Then a ^C stone danced ^F on the ^C tide, ^C And the ^C song went ^F on though the ^C lights were ^F gone And the ^C North wind ^F gently ^C sighed, ^C And an ^F evening breeze coming ^C from the East That ^Am kissed the river^Fside. So I ^C pray now ^F child that you ^C sleep to^Fnight When you ^C hear this ^F lulla^Cby. ^C

May the ^F wind that blows from ^C haunted graves Never ^Am bring you miser^Fy. May the ^C angels ^F bright watch ^C you to^Fnight And ^C keep you ^F while you ^C sleep. ^C

^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^G ^G

^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^G ^G

^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^F ^G ^C ^C ^G ^G ^C

SUNNYSIDE OF THE STREET by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer

^E ^B ^E ^A ^E ^B ^E ^B ^E ^B ^E ^A ^E ^B

^E ^A ^E ^A ^E Seen the carni^Aval at Rome, ^E Had the women I ^A had the ^B booze. ^E All I can re^Amember now ^E Is little kids with^Aout no ^B shoes.

So I ^E saw that train and ^B I got on it With a ^E heartful of hate and a ^A lust for vomit. Now I'm ^E walking on the ^B sunnyside of the ^E street.

^E ^A ^E ^A ^E Stepped over bodies ^A in Bombay ^E Tried to make it to the ^A U. S. ^B A. ^E Ended up ^A in Nepal ^E Up on a roof with ^A nothing at ^B all

And I ^E knew that ^B day I was ^E going to ^A stay Right where I ^E am, on the ^B sunnyside of the ^E street.

^E ^A ^E ^A Solo On Verse Chords

^A Been in a palace, and I've ^E been in a jail; ^A I just don't want to be re^Eborn a ^B snail.

Just ^E want to ^B spend E^Eterni^Aty Right where I ^E am, on the ^B sunnyside of the ^E street.

^E ^A ^E ^A As my ^E mother wept it was ^B then I swore To ^E take my life as I ^A would a whore. I ^E know I'm better ^B than before. I will ^E not be recon^Astructed. So I ^E stay right here on the ^B sunnyside of the ^E street.

The ^B sunnyside of the ^E street. The ^B sunnyside of the ^E street. The ^B sunnyside of the ^E street.

^E ^B ^E ^A ^E ^B ^E ^B ^E ^B ^E ^A ^E ^B ^E ^B

----------------------------------- END ----------------------------------- For those of you that got all the way through that, here are a couple of bonus fragments. BOYS FROM THE COUNTY HELL

Here's the chorus.

And it's ^G lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a ^D drink And ^Em mother wake me ^Am early in the ^Em morning

HELLS DITCH

There are three main riffs.

RIFF 1: ^Am7 ^Am ^Am ^Am ^Am ^Am ^Am ^Am

RIFF 2: ^Dm ^Am ^E ^Am ^Dm ^Am ^E ^Am for a while

Do the first thing again, speeding up.

RIFF 3: ^Am ^Am ^Dm ^Dm ^Am ^E ^Am ^Am for a while

Pogues - The best of the rest