Chords for Green Road - McAlpine’s Fusiliers

[F] _ _ _ Because in the year of 39, _ when the skies were full of lead,
[Fm] Hitler was heading for Poland [C] and Paddy for Holyhead.
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[F] Come all ye pincher lovies and you long distance [F] men,
Don't ever look for McAlpine, [C] for Wimpy [F] or John Lennon.
For you stand behind the mixer till your skin is turned to tan,
[C] And they'll say get on your paddy with your boat fair in your hand.
[F] Oh the crack was good in Crickenwood, and [C] I wouldn't leave the crown,
There was glasses flying and binnies [F] crying, [C] till Paddy was going to town.
_ [F] _ Oh mother dear, I'm over here, I'm never coming back,
That keeps me [Dm] here, the [G] rake of beer, [C] the ladies and the crack.
[F] I come from County Wexford, _ the land of eggs and bacon,
[C] If you think I'll eat your fish and chips, by Jesus you're mistaken.
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_ _ _ _ Cause down at [Bb] Lenny's came McAlpine, [F] and liquor shoved us down me pipe.
_ I was in the [Bb] pub, and I drank the [F] sop, and it's up in the spike I find out.
Well we swept it blood, and we washed the mud, and pints and parts of beer.
And now we're on the road again, with _ McAlpine's beer. _
_ I remember the day when the bear hush, fell into a concrete slag.
_ When horse face [Bb] said, when he saw [F] him dead, well it wasn't what the ritz called prayer. _
I am now in short, with the hungry heart, that reason [Bb] to my ear. _
[F] When the gold gets rough, well you must be tough, with _ McAlpine's beer. _ _ _
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_ [F] _ _ Well I walked to the sweat, [Bb] and nearly had [F] me wet, with the [C] rush of the town [G] and boat.
_ I [F] saw a thread come, in the hydra dump, around the reed that towns in a hole.
Well I grabbed it hard, and I caught me cart, and many a gang of sis crossed me [C] air.
If [F] you're proud of your life, have a try, by Christ, [Dm] with _ [G] McAlpine's beer. _
_ If you're proud [F] of your life, have a try, by Christ, with [C] McAlpine's [F] beer.
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