Flogging Molly - Kiss my Irish Ass Chords

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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ Oh the church bells were ringing in the schoolyard, and we all went [E] out those days.
The police had met with your fancy a rumble.
[B] I said yes, it's [E] time to play. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ All the nuns and the priests, they grabbed their rosaries, [B] as they pulled our bodies [E] apart.
The police had met, you lost a [E] fight, but you gained my respect.
You fight with so much heart.
[C#m] We're stubborn as [G#m] mules with our blood on [B] fire, when we ate at Sunday mass.
[C#m] We'll look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and [B] say, kiss my [E] Irish ass.
[B] You better kiss my [E] Irish ass.
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[E] _ All husbands and wives, they had a neighborhood pack.
They called him Mackey's white trash, we honored [B] that.
I was way too [E] young to understand that, but if I did, I'd give him a ride back. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
All me daddy be drunk on the lawn, [B] yelling and screaming [E] like he do.
But sometimes my old man felt what he was feeling, [B] sometimes husband Mackey [E] spoke truth.
[C#m] We're stubborn as [G#m] mules with our blood on fire, [B] when we ate at [E] Sunday mass.
[C#m] We'll look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and [B] say, kiss my [E] Irish [B] ass.
You better kiss my [E] Irish ass. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Only grandpa passed to Ellis Island, from the greatest of the motherlands.
[B] For he worked, provided [E] for his family.
He was a dedicated welding man. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] And he knew right from wrong, [E] like day and night.
[B] He can whip any fool [E] in a bare knuckle fight.
He taught the country like he preached to God.
[B] One hell of an [E] Irish man.
[C#m] We're stubborn as mules [G#m] with our blood on fire, [B] when we ate at Sunday [E] mass.
[C#m] We'll look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and [B] say, kiss my [E] Irish ass.
[B] You better kiss my [E] Irish ass. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F#] _ _ _ [B] Oh, _ _ [Bm] _
I'm of a distant relation [E] to John Redmond.
He was one [Bm] of the greatest Irish rebels of [E] his day.
_ One bastard to another, and on down the line.
And this is what my son will say.
[C#m] We're stubborn as mules [G#m] with our blood on fire, [B] when we ate at [E] Sunday mass.
[C#m] We'll look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and [B] say, kiss my [E] Irish ass.
[C#m] We're stubborn as mules [G#m] with our blood on fire, [B] when we ate at [E] Sunday mass.
[C#m] We'll look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and [Bm] say, kiss my [E] Irish ass.
[Bm] You better kiss my [E] Irish ass.
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