Drunken Lullabies - Flogging Molly (Live at Greek Theater) Chords

_ _ This is going out for uh young Mr.
Smith's Uncle Joe over here, _ _ _ _ a banjo legend. _
_ She does me a favor, [E] the Greek theater, get your dancing shoes on Mr.
Bob Schmidt on the [N] banjo. _ _ _ _ _
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_ I _ [C] see Shepherd let his lambs astray, [Em] did a bigot [D] and a goner.
[C] I see take a [G] life for hateful lies,
[C] pick this sinner once [D] _ again.
[G] Let's [C] remind [G] ourselves of this same old mess, sing a trumpet [D] _
[G] loud.
Oh yeah! _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ _ Now I watch and stare at a strong sheep's eyes, [E] turn a darker shade of red.
A [C] love for little with less life for life [E] in the [Em] bloody [D] conflict cell.
Must [G] we stop on trumps, walk along and go [Em] to our knees and face the law?
Let's [C] immigrate our little thing we fought, [Em] held in conscience, [D] blasted, killed.
_ [C] Must we take a [G] life for hateful lies, [C] so blissed in [D] every way?
[G] Must we find [C]
ourselves [G] in this same old mess, sing a trumpet [D] _
[G] loud.
_ _ [C] I'm [D] a maniac, it's the way [G] we fought.
[C] I'm a maniac, [D] it's the way [G] we fought.
_ [C] That's why [D] they have their [G] friends, their [C] tears to begin.
For each [D] kiss is a [G] cry we all lost.
_ [C] All that's left [G] to gain, _ [C] the one advantage is [D] no longer real.
[G] Must we [C] find [Em] ourselves in this same old mess, [G] sing a trumpet loud.
Oh yeah! _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I sit and dwell on faces vast, [E] like memories seem to [Em] fade out.
_ [C] No shoulder left but black and white, [Em] and soon we'll all [D] turn grey.
But [G] many shadows rise to walk again, [E] little listens _ truly leans up.
[C] The possible worst in each of us, [Em] should be the brand [D] new flame.
_ [C] Must we take a [G] life for hateful [C] lies, so blissed in [D] every way?
[G] Must we find [C]
ourselves [G] in this same old mess, sing a trumpet [A]
loud.
[G] _ _ _ Must we [C] find ourselves [Bm] in this same old mess, [G] sing a trumpet _
_ [D] _ _ loud.
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_ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] Sing a trumpet _ loud! _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Slutcat!
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