Chords for Loyalist - Michael 3 Milltown 0 (Lyrics)

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_ On a cold winter morning, [F] on a bus bound for [C] Milltown, there sat Michael Stone, hard with hindered [G] ears and gums.
[C] With a smile as sneak as a snake, my [F] friend, and a duffle coat [C] to his knees.
[F] He sat in [C] the chapel with [F] Jerry and [Am] Martin and listened to the [C] real theories.
_ _ _ Well, he walked into the cemetery [F] and spoke to [C] the guards and guards.
They just whiffed and waved at [D] him as he [G] walked on by, [C] and he stood in the crowds with all the [F] people.
As if he was [C] one of them wrong, but as [F] soon as [Am] he started [F] talking in [Am] Irish, Michael [C] began to throw.
Well, he knew when to hold him, [F] knew [C] when to throw him, knew when to run.
[D] But he never reached, [G] walked away, [C] and the Indians started jeersing [F] him.
There was twenty [C] dozen and more.
[F] Michael [C] stopped, [F] huddled [G] up, and threw a [C] couple more. _ _
_ _ _ Well, he knew when to hold him, [F] knew [C] when to throw him, knew when to run.
But he never reached, [G] walked away, [C] and the Indians started jeersing him.
[F] There was no [C] hedges or alleys, but of his Michael three, [Am] no tarred mill, no [Em] chucky [C] or volleys.
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_ _ _ _ _ Well, he knew when to hold him, [G] knew [D] when to throw him, knew when to run.
But he never reached, [A] walked away, [D] and the Indians started jeersing [G] him.
There was no [D] hedges or alleys, but of his [G] Michael three, no tarred [E] mill, no chucky [D] or volleys. _ _
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