Tom Russell - The road it gives the road it takes away

I was walking down a ^Fquiet road in Ire^Cland ^{F C} Out beneath the ^Ftough old ancient ^Gstars I thought I ^Amheard old Scottish Mike singing Carrickferg^Fus As I recalled the ^Cwild days in those loud Norwegian ^Gbars

He'd sing,^C "I'm drunk to^Fday and I'm rarely ^Csober ^F Like a ^Csoldier on the ^Froad to Manda^Glay" Well, the ^Amroad it gave him wine and the ^Fwomen fair and fine ^C He drunk himself to death, I heard to^Gday

But we'll sing 'Hallelujah', sing it in the ^Cmorning And ^Fthank the lord for ^Amgiving one more ^Gday And for the ^Cones who passed on ^Fthrough We'll ^Csing this one for ^Fyou Oh, the road it gives and the ^Groad it takes awa^Cy

My baby said she ^Fdidn't mind me travel^Cling ^F She en^Cjoyed the time a^Flone when I was ^Ggone Until she ^Amlooked me in the eye and said, it's o^Fver And I saw the ^Canger buried far too ^Glong ^C

I picked up my gui^Ftar and sang the ^CDutchman ^F A^Cbout two people whose ^Flove had died a^Gway But my ^Ambaby she was gone, be^Ffore the song was sung Well, my ^Cmusic never touched her anyw^Gay

And we'll sing 'Hallelujah', we'll sing it in the ^Cmorning Oh, and ^Fthank the lord for ^Amgiving one more ^Gday And for the ^Cones who passed on ^Fthrough We'll ^Csing this one for ^Fyou Oh, the road it gives and the ^Groad it takes awa^Cy And for the ones who passed on ^Fthrough We'll ^Csing this one for ^Fyou Oh, the road it gives and the ^Groad it takes awa^Cy