Chords for Dear Boss (Sick Note/The Bricklayer's Song) --The Clancy Brothers and Robbie O'Connell
Tempo:
117 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
There was an Irishman one time who was working on building sites in England.
And he was kind of a misfortune character.
Things never worked out too well for him.
But he had one of those days, you know, one of those days that starts out bad and gets worse and worse as it goes along.
We all get them from time to time.
But by the end of the day, this poor guy was in pretty bad condition.
And he was unable to go to work for a few weeks.
So he wrote a letter to his boss in which he explained in great detail exactly what had happened to him and why he was unable to go to work.
And the song is called Dear Boss.
[F]
[N] Dear boss, I write this note to you to tell you of my plight.
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight.
Me body is all black and blue and me face a deadly grey.
And I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.
I was working on the 14th floor, some bricks I had to clear.
And throwing them down from such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he'd been an awful sod.
And he said I'd have to take them down the ladder in me hod.
Now shifting all those bricks by hand it seemed so awful slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job I was too blind to see.
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.
Now when I came down I caught the rope and the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That half-way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.
Now the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top I struck the pulley with me head.
I still clung on though numbed and shocked from this almighty blow.
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks 14 floors below.
Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor.
Trading out with the barrel and I started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope I headed for the ground.
And I fell among the broken bricks that were all scattered around.
As I lay there moaning on the floor sure I thought I'd passed the worst.
And the barrel struck the pulley wheel and didn't the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks came down and me sure I hadn't got a hope.
And as I was losing consciousness I let go the bloody rope.
Now the barrel it being heavier it started down once more.
And it landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
I broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say.
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.
And he was kind of a misfortune character.
Things never worked out too well for him.
But he had one of those days, you know, one of those days that starts out bad and gets worse and worse as it goes along.
We all get them from time to time.
But by the end of the day, this poor guy was in pretty bad condition.
And he was unable to go to work for a few weeks.
So he wrote a letter to his boss in which he explained in great detail exactly what had happened to him and why he was unable to go to work.
And the song is called Dear Boss.
[F]
[N] Dear boss, I write this note to you to tell you of my plight.
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight.
Me body is all black and blue and me face a deadly grey.
And I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.
I was working on the 14th floor, some bricks I had to clear.
And throwing them down from such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he'd been an awful sod.
And he said I'd have to take them down the ladder in me hod.
Now shifting all those bricks by hand it seemed so awful slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job I was too blind to see.
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.
Now when I came down I caught the rope and the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That half-way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.
Now the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top I struck the pulley with me head.
I still clung on though numbed and shocked from this almighty blow.
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks 14 floors below.
Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor.
Trading out with the barrel and I started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope I headed for the ground.
And I fell among the broken bricks that were all scattered around.
As I lay there moaning on the floor sure I thought I'd passed the worst.
And the barrel struck the pulley wheel and didn't the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks came down and me sure I hadn't got a hope.
And as I was losing consciousness I let go the bloody rope.
Now the barrel it being heavier it started down once more.
And it landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
I broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say.
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.
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There was an Irishman one time who was working on building sites in England.
And _ he was kind of a misfortune character.
Things never worked out too well for him.
But he had one of those days, you know, one of those days that starts out bad and gets worse and worse as it goes along.
We all get them from time to time.
But by the end of the day, this poor guy was in pretty bad condition.
And he was unable to go to work for a few weeks. _
So he wrote a letter to his boss in which he explained in great detail exactly what had happened to him and why he was unable to go to work.
And the song is called Dear Boss.
[F] _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] Dear boss, I write this note to you to tell you of my plight.
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight.
Me body is all black and blue and me face a deadly grey.
And I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today. _ _
I was working on the 14th floor, some bricks I had to clear.
And throwing them down from such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he'd been an awful sod.
And he said I'd have to take them down the ladder in me hod.
Now shifting all those bricks by hand it seemed so awful slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job I was too blind to see.
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.
_ _ _ Now when I came down I caught the rope and the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That half-way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.
_ _ Now the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top I struck the pulley with me head.
I still clung on though numbed and shocked from this almighty blow.
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks _ 14 floors below.
_ Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor.
Trading out with the barrel and I started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope I headed for the ground.
And I fell among the broken bricks that were all scattered around.
_ As I lay there moaning on the floor sure I thought I'd passed the worst.
And the barrel struck the pulley wheel and didn't the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks came down and me sure I hadn't got a hope.
And as I was losing consciousness I let go the bloody rope.
_ _ Now the barrel it being heavier it started down once more.
And it landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
I broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say.
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And _ he was kind of a misfortune character.
Things never worked out too well for him.
But he had one of those days, you know, one of those days that starts out bad and gets worse and worse as it goes along.
We all get them from time to time.
But by the end of the day, this poor guy was in pretty bad condition.
And he was unable to go to work for a few weeks. _
So he wrote a letter to his boss in which he explained in great detail exactly what had happened to him and why he was unable to go to work.
And the song is called Dear Boss.
[F] _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] Dear boss, I write this note to you to tell you of my plight.
And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight.
Me body is all black and blue and me face a deadly grey.
And I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today. _ _
I was working on the 14th floor, some bricks I had to clear.
And throwing them down from such a height was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't very pleased, he'd been an awful sod.
And he said I'd have to take them down the ladder in me hod.
Now shifting all those bricks by hand it seemed so awful slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job I was too blind to see.
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.
_ _ _ Now when I came down I caught the rope and the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found.
That half-way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.
_ _ Now the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top I struck the pulley with me head.
I still clung on though numbed and shocked from this almighty blow.
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks _ 14 floors below.
_ Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor.
Trading out with the barrel and I started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope I headed for the ground.
And I fell among the broken bricks that were all scattered around.
_ As I lay there moaning on the floor sure I thought I'd passed the worst.
And the barrel struck the pulley wheel and didn't the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks came down and me sure I hadn't got a hope.
And as I was losing consciousness I let go the bloody rope.
_ _ Now the barrel it being heavier it started down once more.
And it landed right across me as I lay there on the floor.
I broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say.
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today. _ _ _ _ _
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