Solas - Michael conway

Oh my ^Gname is Michael C^G/Bonway, in old^Em Ireland I was ^Cborn Near the^G lake of Cloonac^G/Bolly on a br^Cight summer's m^Dorn But s^Goon came cruel ^Cwinter to br^G/Beak and scatter my poor h^Come Soo^Gn came the h^Carsh ^Gday that f^Dorced me to r^Goam.

Well I ^Greached old Philade^G/Blphia in the br^Emave land of the f^Cree Where I ^Gmet with my two br^G/Bothers; There was P^Cat, James, and m^De We were^G destined for the ^Crich land fate o^G/Bwes us all from bi^Crth We were b^Gound for Butte, ^CMonta^Gna, the ri^Dchest hill on e^Garth

Where their ^Cpockets they bulge h^Ceavy, when cop^Gper's running hi^Ggh Where the ^Chill rewards her br^Cave sons, it's for^Emtune or d^Die Where they ^Gtread on silver d^G/Bollars on the cr^Emowded barroom fl^Coor While they s^Gtrip the granite m^Count^Gain of her pr^Decious copper o^Gre.

Well we l^Geaped down off that st^G/Beam train, and stepped^Em out into the yellow mi^Cst With ho^Gles still in our he^G/Barts then, and a fi^Cght in either f^Dist No kind ^Gface to le^Cad us up to where the d^G/Birty smelter s^Cpat And it's ^Gthere I took to hard l^Cab^Gor as a Bu^Dtte mining r^Gat

Where we ^Ctrade the hours of ^Cdaylight for the sm^Gell of copper o^Gre, Where it's ^Cwhiskey and the c^Cow pats to cure^Em our copper s^Dores Where h^Galf the town it l^G/Babors while the ot^Emher half it sl^Ceeps Where ^Gupon the granite m^Count^Gain, a m^Dile high and d^Geep.

Oh they ^Gknow me down in Do^G/Bgtown, bare kn^Emuckle I would g^Co For t^Ghere's not a man could ^G/Bbest me while st^Canding toe to ^Dtoe But I d^Gefied the crooked sh^Ceriff, for I w^G/Bouldn't throw his fight a^Cway He sh^Gould have laid it on at 5^C to ^G2, and ba^Dcked the bold Co^Gnway

I was^G lifted in Con^G/B Peoples, with the ^Embeer and music flowing f^Cree Where my^G brothers had just l^G/Beft me, Oh bad for^Ctune for m^De Dragged^G out by crooked c^Cowards, their b^G/Batons knocked me off my ^Cfeet And the^Gy left me to d^Cie th^Gere, like a d^Dog in the st^Greet.

Far f^Crom the Ana^Cconda, the mi^Gne with seven s^Gtacks Far f^Crom the ashen f^Caces of youn^Emg men with crooked ba^Dcks Far f^Grom the grani^G/Bte mountain and the dus^Emty grave in which I ^Clie My ^Gspirit chases st^Carl^Gings 'round a c^Dlear Mayo s^Gky.