Chords for Frank Nelson I miss the Craic in Cricklewood
Tempo:
90.55 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D]
I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself.
Well I left my home so long ago [G] like many of my time.
[A] We had no jobs or nothing here, we didn't [D] have a dime.
So I went across to England, I was [G] trying to survive.
[A] But the years I spent in London were the best years of my [D] life.
And now I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
Well I worked with the subbie [G] on the Murphy's Great Ring.
I [A] must say I never paid no contributions [D] to the Queen.
We got our pay on Friday and we [E] headed to [G] the pub.
[A] We drank and sang all weekend and on Monday got the [D] sub.
Well the foreman would be on the [G] site, roaring like a bull.
[A] And the wexford Kylie's Blatchycall, ringing in me [D] skull.
Monday was the worst day, the [E] rest were [G] not so bad.
[A] We were heading towards the weekend, back then sure we were [D] mad.
And now I miss the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
[A] I miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
[A]
[D] With the JCB man Sunday morning in [G] the castle in Childs Hill.
[A] Jimmy Joe would play the sax and the [D] lumberjack would sing.
Him and drug the minicab when we had too much [G] to drink.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland, all I do is [D] sit and think.
About the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction and the [D] Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well now they're [G] somewhere else.
[A] And I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself.
I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
[N]
I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself.
Well I left my home so long ago [G] like many of my time.
[A] We had no jobs or nothing here, we didn't [D] have a dime.
So I went across to England, I was [G] trying to survive.
[A] But the years I spent in London were the best years of my [D] life.
And now I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
Well I worked with the subbie [G] on the Murphy's Great Ring.
I [A] must say I never paid no contributions [D] to the Queen.
We got our pay on Friday and we [E] headed to [G] the pub.
[A] We drank and sang all weekend and on Monday got the [D] sub.
Well the foreman would be on the [G] site, roaring like a bull.
[A] And the wexford Kylie's Blatchycall, ringing in me [D] skull.
Monday was the worst day, the [E] rest were [G] not so bad.
[A] We were heading towards the weekend, back then sure we were [D] mad.
And now I miss the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
[A] I miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
[A]
[D] With the JCB man Sunday morning in [G] the castle in Childs Hill.
[A] Jimmy Joe would play the sax and the [D] lumberjack would sing.
Him and drug the minicab when we had too much [G] to drink.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland, all I do is [D] sit and think.
About the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction and the [D] Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well now they're [G] somewhere else.
[A] And I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself.
I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
[N]
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D]
I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself. _
Well I left my home so long ago [G] like many of my time.
[A] We had no jobs or nothing here, we didn't [D] have a dime.
So I went across to England, I was [G] trying to survive.
[A] But the years I spent in London were the best years of my [D] life.
And now I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
Well I worked with the subbie [G] on the Murphy's Great Ring.
I [A] must say I never paid no contributions [D] to the Queen.
We got our pay on Friday and we [E] headed to [G] the pub.
[A] We drank and sang all weekend and on Monday got the [D] sub. _
Well the foreman would be on the [G] site, roaring like a bull.
[A] And the wexford Kylie's Blatchycall, ringing in me [D] skull.
Monday was the worst day, the [E] rest were [G] not so bad.
[A] We were heading towards the weekend, back then sure we were [D] mad.
And now I miss the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
[A] I miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
[A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ With the JCB man Sunday morning in [G] the castle in Childs Hill.
[A] Jimmy Joe would play the sax and the [D] lumberjack would sing.
Him and drug the minicab when we had too much [G] to drink.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland, all I do is [D] sit and think.
About the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction and the [D] Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well now they're [G] somewhere else.
[A] And I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself.
I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself. _
Well I left my home so long ago [G] like many of my time.
[A] We had no jobs or nothing here, we didn't [D] have a dime.
So I went across to England, I was [G] trying to survive.
[A] But the years I spent in London were the best years of my [D] life.
And now I miss the crack in Cricklewood [G] in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
Well I worked with the subbie [G] on the Murphy's Great Ring.
I [A] must say I never paid no contributions [D] to the Queen.
We got our pay on Friday and we [E] headed to [G] the pub.
[A] We drank and sang all weekend and on Monday got the [D] sub. _
Well the foreman would be on the [G] site, roaring like a bull.
[A] And the wexford Kylie's Blatchycall, ringing in me [D] skull.
Monday was the worst day, the [E] rest were [G] not so bad.
[A] We were heading towards the weekend, back then sure we were [D] mad.
And now I miss the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
[A] I miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction [D] and the Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well they were [G] something else.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself.
[A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ With the JCB man Sunday morning in [G] the castle in Childs Hill.
[A] Jimmy Joe would play the sax and the [D] lumberjack would sing.
Him and drug the minicab when we had too much [G] to drink.
[A] Now I'm back home in Ireland, all I do is [D] sit and think.
About the crack in [G] Cricklewood in the bus in Gatwicktown.
I [A] miss the boys in Biddy Mulligan's, the Junction and the [D] Crown.
And the girls in the Galtrymoor, well now they're [G] somewhere else.
[A] And I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for meself.
I'm back home in Ireland feeling sorry for [D] meself. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _