The Stillwater Hobos - My love shes in america
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GCigaDrettes in the AmorBmninAg G
Walking Dhallways of this Bmstrange empty Ahome G
Cold Dwhiskey in the Bmevening A G
Every Dday now she?A??s gone.
DConnemara’s on thBme bus route tAo BehaDn
It’s seven days since thBme last coAw dieBmd
And when the barley’s gone anDd three losAt womeDn
Like the girls and boys in ARome used to Dcry.
Bm Just give me cornbread in the Dmorning so Aearly Bm
For you took my rags in the Dfold of your Ahand Bm
And before you fall just like a Dfeather and Alinen D
Make sure you’ve taken off thaAt black velveDt band.
DThey say that roving’s like Bma candle aAt midnighBmt
And some take it like the Dtrot of a Amule Bm
But when the road is blind and your Down tender Alady D
You’d take a match to find Aa fireliDt fool.
Bm How come the way’s not like Dstairs in aA castlBme
With crimson pictures there Dto guide you Aalong Bm
A gilded bottle with a few Ddraughts insAide itD
Makes the lights in the rafters Alook so stronDg.
D When your true love’s gone tBmo run like aAn enginDe
After nine young women with no Bmfaces their Aown Bm
And in America she Dspins like a AdancerD
With barrel straps and some Ashoes made of Dstone.
Bm I’d guess the porches there arDe all cloudeAd overBm
And pipes and fiddles might could Duse some repAair Bm
And all the horses have been Dbroken in Astables D
And golden fleeces could be Aworse for the Dwear.
D But if you ever come to BmClifden by Asunset D
Just before the Autumn Bmrains touch the Ashore Bm
To stroll along Cleggan’Ds grey-hoodeAd harboDr
Cutting hard like the Ablade of an Doar.
Bm You take yourself to a Dhill past the Apierline Bm
To find a cabin of Dwhiskey and Amilk Bm
Where St. Coleman used to Dply to his Amaster D
Like colored linen and Amulberry Dsilk.
GCigaDrettes in the AmorBmninAg G
Walking Dhallways of this Bmstrange empty Ahome G
Cold Dwhiskey in the Bmevening A G
Every Dday now she?A??s gone.