Chords for Kiss My Irish Ass - Keltic Cowboys

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_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] Oh the church bells were [E] ringing in the schoolyard, and we all went out those days.
The police had met with your fancy a rumble.
I [B] said yes, [E] it's time to play. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ All the nuns and the priests, they grabbed their rosaries, [B] as they pulled our [E] bodies apart.
[B] The police had met, you lost a fight, [E] but you gained my respect.
You fight with so much heart.
[C#m] We're stubborn [G#m] as mules with our blood on fire, [B] we ain't a Sunday [E] Mass.
We'll [C#m] look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and say, [B] kiss [E] my Irish ass.
You [B] better kiss [E] my Irish ass.
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All husbands and wives, they had a neighborhood pack.
They called him Mackey's white trash, and he'd find out that.
I was way too young to understand that, but if I did, I'd give him a right back. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Only daddy'd be drunk on the lawn, yelling and screaming like me too.
But sometimes my old man felt what he was feeling, [B] sometimes [E] Mr.
Mackey spoke the truth.
We're [C#m] stubborn as [G#m] mules with our blood on [B] fire, we ain't a [E] Sunday Mass.
We'll look [C#m] any man [G#m] straight in his eyes [B] and say, kiss my [E] Irish ass.
[B] You better kiss [E] my Irish ass. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Oh me grandpa passed Welles Island, from the greatest of the motherlands.
Where he worked, provided for his family, he was a dedicated welding man. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And he knew right from wrong, like day and night.
He can whip an ape fool 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 [G#m] mules with our blood on fire, [B] we [E] ain't a 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] _ [Bm] Oh, _ _ _ I'm of a distant relation [E] to John Redmond.
[G] He was one of the greatest Irish [D] rebels of [E] his day.
_ One [Bm] bastard to [E] another, and on down the line.
[Bm] And this is what my son [E] will say.
[C#m] We're stubborn as mules [G#m] with our blood on fire, [B] we ain't a [E] Sunday Mass.
[C#m] We'll look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and say, [B] kiss my [E] Irish ass.
[C#m] We're stubborn as mules [G#m] with our blood on fire, [B] we ain't a [E] Sunday Mass.
[C#m] We'll look any man [G#m] straight in his eyes and [Bm] say, kiss my [E] Irish ass.
[B] You better kiss my [E] Irish ass. _ _ _ _ _ _
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