Chords for Black Donnelly's Massacre-Stompin Tom
Tempo:
165.85 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by their [D]
side, down [A] the Roman line till the end [D] of time.
Back in [G] 1840 some, [A] to Lucan, Ontario, a man did come, a man who pushed his [G] weight around, [A] and his wife Johanna [D] could slap the devil down.
The seven [G] sons who fought as well, [A] they opened up wide [D] the gates of hell, and they fired up [G] the land for miles around, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] from Lucantown.
With every [G] glance that a Donnelly gave came [A] the sound of shovels, [D] dig in your grave, and many a [G] clubber come a-crashin' down [A] upon the heads of the men [D] around Lucantown.
Down the old Roman [G] line, the further you went, [A] the folks got tougher and [D] meaner bent, and then the [G] Black Donnellys for their abode, [A] they lived the way down at the end of [D] the road.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down [A] the Roman line till the end of [D] time.
Now old Jim [G] Donnelly killed a man one [A] day, and everybody thought that old [D] Jim had run away.
But Jim was home [G] and quite concealed [A] in Johanna's old dress where he still [D] plowed the field.
But he served his [G] time, so the story goes.
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He then came back again to [D] cheat his foes.
The seven [G] sons he robbed and burned, [A] till the whole town knew that old [D] Jim had returned.
And they started up a [A] coach line from Lucantown, with daily trips [D] on into Londontown, and to [A] destroy their competitors' rout, they cut the tongues [D] of all his horses out.
Then eighteen men with [G] their clubs in their arms, [A] they marched on over to [D] the Donnelly barn, but a Donnelly [G] boy could fight like ten, and [A] they sure put a lickin' on those [D] eighteen men.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down [A] the Roman line till the end of time.
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They poisoned cattle [G] now by the score, [A] they burned down buildings more [D] and more, they horsewhipped [G] men to make them [A] say that they wouldn't appear in [D] court next day.
And every sheriff that [G] the town could find, [A] they met the Black Donnellys [D] and then resigned.
For thirty-three [G] years with their clubs in hand, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] ruled the land.
And there came one [G] man into Lucantown, [A] he was hired to cut all the [D] Donnellys down, a fearless man [G] of a mighty frame, and [A] James Carroll was [D] that man's name.
They made him the [A] sheriff and they [G] followed through and [A] formed his secret vigilante crew.
In the old swamp [G] schoolhouse in wintertime, [A] they planned their fatal [D] night of crime.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down [A] the Roman line till the [D] end of time.
In [G] 1880, on that February night, as [A] old Granny had [D] foretold it was a terrible sight, old Jim and Johanna [G] and Tom, their son, [A] and Bridget were slaughtered.
They [D] axed everyone.
And the thirty drunks left [G] with the house all aflame, [A] hell bent for more [D] Black Donnelly game.
And from out of the fire [G] and into the cold ran [A] that young Connor boy just [D] eleven years old.
Now the gunshots [A] rang and they ripped into John [A] and another Black Donnelly [D] brother was gone.
And so the grim [G] reaper had collected his pay [A] and the other three Donnellys [D] then wandered away.
Now the vigilantes, [G] they got away free from the [A] law, but they [D] all died mysteriously.
So one word of [G] caution to all who would hate, [A] at the end of your road the Black [D] Donnellys wait.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down the Roman [A]
line till the end of [D] time.
side, down [A] the Roman line till the end [D] of time.
Back in [G] 1840 some, [A] to Lucan, Ontario, a man did come, a man who pushed his [G] weight around, [A] and his wife Johanna [D] could slap the devil down.
The seven [G] sons who fought as well, [A] they opened up wide [D] the gates of hell, and they fired up [G] the land for miles around, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] from Lucantown.
With every [G] glance that a Donnelly gave came [A] the sound of shovels, [D] dig in your grave, and many a [G] clubber come a-crashin' down [A] upon the heads of the men [D] around Lucantown.
Down the old Roman [G] line, the further you went, [A] the folks got tougher and [D] meaner bent, and then the [G] Black Donnellys for their abode, [A] they lived the way down at the end of [D] the road.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down [A] the Roman line till the end of [D] time.
Now old Jim [G] Donnelly killed a man one [A] day, and everybody thought that old [D] Jim had run away.
But Jim was home [G] and quite concealed [A] in Johanna's old dress where he still [D] plowed the field.
But he served his [G] time, so the story goes.
[A]
He then came back again to [D] cheat his foes.
The seven [G] sons he robbed and burned, [A] till the whole town knew that old [D] Jim had returned.
And they started up a [A] coach line from Lucantown, with daily trips [D] on into Londontown, and to [A] destroy their competitors' rout, they cut the tongues [D] of all his horses out.
Then eighteen men with [G] their clubs in their arms, [A] they marched on over to [D] the Donnelly barn, but a Donnelly [G] boy could fight like ten, and [A] they sure put a lickin' on those [D] eighteen men.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down [A] the Roman line till the end of time.
[D]
They poisoned cattle [G] now by the score, [A] they burned down buildings more [D] and more, they horsewhipped [G] men to make them [A] say that they wouldn't appear in [D] court next day.
And every sheriff that [G] the town could find, [A] they met the Black Donnellys [D] and then resigned.
For thirty-three [G] years with their clubs in hand, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] ruled the land.
And there came one [G] man into Lucantown, [A] he was hired to cut all the [D] Donnellys down, a fearless man [G] of a mighty frame, and [A] James Carroll was [D] that man's name.
They made him the [A] sheriff and they [G] followed through and [A] formed his secret vigilante crew.
In the old swamp [G] schoolhouse in wintertime, [A] they planned their fatal [D] night of crime.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down [A] the Roman line till the [D] end of time.
In [G] 1880, on that February night, as [A] old Granny had [D] foretold it was a terrible sight, old Jim and Johanna [G] and Tom, their son, [A] and Bridget were slaughtered.
They [D] axed everyone.
And the thirty drunks left [G] with the house all aflame, [A] hell bent for more [D] Black Donnelly game.
And from out of the fire [G] and into the cold ran [A] that young Connor boy just [D] eleven years old.
Now the gunshots [A] rang and they ripped into John [A] and another Black Donnelly [D] brother was gone.
And so the grim [G] reaper had collected his pay [A] and the other three Donnellys [D] then wandered away.
Now the vigilantes, [G] they got away free from the [A] law, but they [D] all died mysteriously.
So one word of [G] caution to all who would hate, [A] at the end of your road the Black [D] Donnellys wait.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, down the Roman [A]
line till the end of [D] time.
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_ The Black _ Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by their [D]
side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the end [D] of _ time. _ _
Back in _ _ [G] 1840 some, [A] to Lucan, Ontario, a man did come, a man who pushed his [G] weight around, [A] and his wife Johanna [D] could slap the devil down. _ _
The seven [G] sons who fought as well, [A] they opened up wide [D] the gates of hell, and they fired up [G] the land for miles around, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] from _ Lucantown. _ _
With every [G] glance that a Donnelly gave came [A] the sound of shovels, [D] dig in your grave, and many a [G] clubber come a-crashin' down [A] upon the heads of the men [D] around _ Lucantown. _
_ Down the old Roman [G] line, the further you went, [A] the folks got tougher and [D] meaner bent, and then the [G] Black Donnellys for their abode, [A] they lived the way down at the end of [D] the road.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the end of [D] time. _ _ _ _
Now old Jim [G] Donnelly killed a man one [A] day, and everybody thought that old [D] Jim had run away.
But Jim was home [G] and quite concealed [A] in Johanna's old dress where he still [D] plowed the field. _
But he served his [G] time, so the story goes.
[A]
He then came back again to [D] cheat his foes.
The seven [G] sons he robbed and burned, [A] till the whole town knew that old [D] Jim had returned. _
And they started up a [A] coach line from _ Lucantown, with daily trips [D] on into Londontown, and to [A] destroy their competitors' rout, they cut the tongues [D] of all his horses out. _
_ Then eighteen men with [G] their clubs in their arms, [A] they marched on over to [D] the Donnelly barn, but a Donnelly [G] boy could fight like ten, and [A] they sure put a lickin' on those [D] eighteen men.
The [A] Black _ Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the end of time.
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They poisoned cattle [G] now by the score, [A] they burned down buildings more [D] and more, they horsewhipped [G] men to make them [A] say that they wouldn't appear in [D] court next day. _
_ And every sheriff that [G] the town could find, [A] they met the Black Donnellys [D] and then resigned.
For thirty-three [G] years with their clubs in hand, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] ruled the land. _
And there came one [G] man into _ Lucantown, [A] he was hired to cut all the [D] Donnellys down, a fearless man [G] of a mighty frame, and [A] James Carroll was [D] that man's name.
_ They made him the [A] sheriff and they [G] followed through and [A] formed his secret vigilante crew.
In the old swamp [G] schoolhouse in _ wintertime, [A] they planned their fatal [D] night of crime.
The [A] Black _ Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the [D] end of time. _ _ _ _
_ _ In [G] 1880, on that February night, as [A] old Granny had [D] foretold it was a terrible sight, old Jim and Johanna [G] and Tom, their son, [A] and Bridget were slaughtered.
They [D] axed everyone.
_ And the thirty drunks left [G] with the house all aflame, [A] hell bent for more [D] Black Donnelly game.
And from out of the fire [G] and into the cold ran [A] that young Connor boy just [D] eleven years old.
Now the gunshots [A] rang and they ripped into John [A] and another Black Donnelly [D] brother was gone.
And so the grim [G] reaper had collected his pay [A] and the other three Donnellys [D] then wandered away.
_ Now the vigilantes, [G] they got away free from the [A] law, but they [D] all died mysteriously.
So one word of [G] caution to all who would hate, [A] at the end of your road the Black [D] Donnellys wait.
The [A] Black _ Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down the Roman [A]
line till the end of [D] time. _
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side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the end [D] of _ time. _ _
Back in _ _ [G] 1840 some, [A] to Lucan, Ontario, a man did come, a man who pushed his [G] weight around, [A] and his wife Johanna [D] could slap the devil down. _ _
The seven [G] sons who fought as well, [A] they opened up wide [D] the gates of hell, and they fired up [G] the land for miles around, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] from _ Lucantown. _ _
With every [G] glance that a Donnelly gave came [A] the sound of shovels, [D] dig in your grave, and many a [G] clubber come a-crashin' down [A] upon the heads of the men [D] around _ Lucantown. _
_ Down the old Roman [G] line, the further you went, [A] the folks got tougher and [D] meaner bent, and then the [G] Black Donnellys for their abode, [A] they lived the way down at the end of [D] the road.
The [A] Black Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the end of [D] time. _ _ _ _
Now old Jim [G] Donnelly killed a man one [A] day, and everybody thought that old [D] Jim had run away.
But Jim was home [G] and quite concealed [A] in Johanna's old dress where he still [D] plowed the field. _
But he served his [G] time, so the story goes.
[A]
He then came back again to [D] cheat his foes.
The seven [G] sons he robbed and burned, [A] till the whole town knew that old [D] Jim had returned. _
And they started up a [A] coach line from _ Lucantown, with daily trips [D] on into Londontown, and to [A] destroy their competitors' rout, they cut the tongues [D] of all his horses out. _
_ Then eighteen men with [G] their clubs in their arms, [A] they marched on over to [D] the Donnelly barn, but a Donnelly [G] boy could fight like ten, and [A] they sure put a lickin' on those [D] eighteen men.
The [A] Black _ Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the end of time.
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They poisoned cattle [G] now by the score, [A] they burned down buildings more [D] and more, they horsewhipped [G] men to make them [A] say that they wouldn't appear in [D] court next day. _
_ And every sheriff that [G] the town could find, [A] they met the Black Donnellys [D] and then resigned.
For thirty-three [G] years with their clubs in hand, [A] the Black Donnellys [D] ruled the land. _
And there came one [G] man into _ Lucantown, [A] he was hired to cut all the [D] Donnellys down, a fearless man [G] of a mighty frame, and [A] James Carroll was [D] that man's name.
_ They made him the [A] sheriff and they [G] followed through and [A] formed his secret vigilante crew.
In the old swamp [G] schoolhouse in _ wintertime, [A] they planned their fatal [D] night of crime.
The [A] Black _ Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down [A] the Roman line till the [D] end of time. _ _ _ _
_ _ In [G] 1880, on that February night, as [A] old Granny had [D] foretold it was a terrible sight, old Jim and Johanna [G] and Tom, their son, [A] and Bridget were slaughtered.
They [D] axed everyone.
_ And the thirty drunks left [G] with the house all aflame, [A] hell bent for more [D] Black Donnelly game.
And from out of the fire [G] and into the cold ran [A] that young Connor boy just [D] eleven years old.
Now the gunshots [A] rang and they ripped into John [A] and another Black Donnelly [D] brother was gone.
And so the grim [G] reaper had collected his pay [A] and the other three Donnellys [D] then wandered away.
_ Now the vigilantes, [G] they got away free from the [A] law, but they [D] all died mysteriously.
So one word of [G] caution to all who would hate, [A] at the end of your road the Black [D] Donnellys wait.
The [A] Black _ Donnellys ride, [G] their killers by [D] their side, _ down the Roman [A]
line till the end of [D] time. _
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