Chords for Christy Moore Tribute To Shane MacGowan

_ _ _ _ _ _ I was taking [Cm] a ramble there one day about three years ago.
It was the middle of the week I think it was and I was [Fm] halfway between Huck On and [G] Nina.
_ [C] I [Ab] was looking for the Shannon [F] and _ [G] _ _ I [F] ended up in the mushroom field near Gorta Lacha.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
How are you?
_ _ [F] I stumbled into a fairy [G] ring.
Oh, just as I couldn't [C] get out.
[F] I was there for three days and three nights, [Gm]
wandering around in circles like a [C] lunatic.
I saw [F] a fella come on the road and said, John, give us a hand to get [D] out of this old fairy ring.
But yes, he took me by the [C] arm and he led me out onto the road.
[F] Where are you going?
I [G] don't know, says he.
Yes, I'll go there [C] too.
_ [F] _ _ _ [Gm]
So he took me to Paddy Kennedy's [C] pub and puk on into the snug.
Yeah.
And he [F] called for a drink.
And [Gm] then I called for a drink.
And then he called for another [C] drink.
And I called for two drinks.
And then we sat down and we [F] had a drink. _
[G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[F] The old tongue started to loosen [Gm] up and the old thoughts began to flow.
But yes, he [C] told me a few of his poems and they were marvellous.
[G] After a few [C] drinks.
_ Then I sang a song and [Gm] he put on the jukebox.
_ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ _ And yes, I heard this beautiful [D] song I'd never heard it before.
It was all about a summer day in [C] Siam and a rainy day in Soho and a pair of brown eyes [G] and a coffin ship sailing across the broad [C] Atlantic foam.
[F] _ _ [A] The sick bed of Cú [G] Chulainn.
Oh yeah.
And then he went.
[C] _ It was Christmas Eve, babe.
_ _ [F] In the drunk tank an old [C] man sat, son.
_ [G] I won't see another one.
_ _ [C] And then he sang a song.
The rare [F] old mountain dew.
I [C] turned my eyes away and I [G] thought about _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ [C] God on the lucky one.
Came and I [F] read into one.
I've [C] got a feeling.
_ This [G] year's for me and you. _
Happy [C] Christmas.
_ _ Oh, I [F] love you, baby.
_ There's [C] gonna be good times.
When all [G] our dreams [C] come true.
_ [G] _
Big good [C] cars, big as bars.
They got [F] rivers of gold.
[C] But the wind blows right through you.
It's no [G] place for the old.
When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas [C] Eve.
Oh, I told you that Broadway [G] was waiting for me.
You were handsome and pretty.
Queen of New York City.
When the band finished playing, the crowd howled [C] for more.
Sinatra was swinging and all the crowd, they were singing.
Oh, we kissed in the corner [G] and danced round the [F] floor.
And the boys from the New York Police Choir [C] were singing.
[Am] Gone with me.
And the [F] bells were [G] ringing out on Christmas [C] Day.
Oh, [F] _
_ _ _ I love [C] you, little love. _
[G] I love you, little love.
_ I could have [C] been someone.
And [F] so could anyone. _
I took [C] my dreams from you.
_ [G] When I first met you.
_ I kept [C] them with me, babe. _
[G] And I [F] put them with my own.
I can't [C] make it all alone.
I've [G] built my dreams all [C] around you.
_ [G] _ And you're a bum, you're a punk.
You're an [F] owlhole and junk.
[C] I'm lying there on the drip, nearly dead in [G] the bed.
[C] Yes, come back, you maggot.
[G] You cheap, lousy faggot.
Happy Christmas, [F] me [G] arse.
Oh, I'd rather be dead.
[F] And the boys from the _ NYPD [C] Choir were singing.
Gone [Am] with me.
And the bells [G] were ringing out on Christmas [C] Day.
Oh, [F] I love you, baby.
_ [C] I've got a feeling.
[G] This year's for me and you.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
Oh, [F] I love you, baby.
There's [C] gonna be good times.
_ [G] When all our dreams [C] come true.
_ [G] _ So, happy Christmas.
I love you, baby.
This is Shen Magone from Pocon and the County Tipperary in the Snow.
I took a bit of hand and I gazed into his eyes and I kissed him on the [Eb] lips and I said,
Shen, I love you, baby, [C] too.
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