Chords for Mad Dog Mcrea - Duck Street (ft Seth Lakeman - Live at Pentillie Castle River Concert)
Tempo:
79.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Bm
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
I heard a song from my mother who's in the audience today and there's a song called Duck Street.
[G]
[D] Hold me a drink, sit down by the fire, [G] hear a fisherman's tale, as the flames dance high.
my wall takes [G] me back to the isle.
Donegal, [Bm] on their dunce and on Duck Street, [D] waltzing into the mists of time [G] with their slum dreams.
[A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
I heard a song from my mother who's in the audience today and there's a song called Duck Street.
[G]
[D] Hold me a drink, sit down by the fire, [G] hear a fisherman's tale, as the flames dance high.
my wall takes [G] me back to the isle.
Donegal, [Bm] on their dunce and on Duck Street, [D] waltzing into the mists of time [G] with their slum dreams.
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Bm
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I heard a song from my mother who's in the audience today and there's a song called Duck Street. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] Hold me a drink, sit down by the fire, [G] hear a fisherman's tale, as the flames dance high.
[D] A mad old photograph that hangs on my wall takes [G] me back to the isle.
In the wilds of Donegal, [Bm] on their dunce and on Duck Street, _ [D] waltzing into the mists of time [G] with their slum dreams.
A fisherman lays down his nets with his spout [Bm] and plays his old sleazebox.
[D] A melody carries him off and frees [G] him, the few and sure old men.
They roam the world over [Bm] and the _ waves [G] of time will never [D] tame _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] the _ ghosts [A] that call him out [G] by _ name. _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ Far distant lands of my hopes and [G] desires, my childhood tales around the campfires.
[D] A mad old photograph that hangs on my wall [G] takes me back to the isle.
In the wilds of Donegal, [Bm] on their dunce and on Duck Street, _ [D] waltzing into the mists of [G] time with their slum dunce and on Duck Street.
_ A fisherman lays down his nets with his [Bm] spout and plays his old sleazebox.
_ [D] A melody carries him off and [G] frees him, the few and sure old men.
They roam the world over [Bm] and the _ ghosts [G] that call him out [D] by _ name. _ _
_ [Bm] For the changing _ [A] sides of time [Em] have changed. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C#] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ Streets are never open and [Bm] the waves [G] of time will never [D] fade. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ Ghosts [D] are calling out [G] my name. _ _ _
[E] _ [Bm] On rocky [G] shores I walk [D] _ alone. _ _ _
_ [A] [Bm] I've been away, [A] but this still feels [G] like home.
[D] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I heard a song from my mother who's in the audience today and there's a song called Duck Street. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] Hold me a drink, sit down by the fire, [G] hear a fisherman's tale, as the flames dance high.
[D] A mad old photograph that hangs on my wall takes [G] me back to the isle.
In the wilds of Donegal, [Bm] on their dunce and on Duck Street, _ [D] waltzing into the mists of time [G] with their slum dreams.
A fisherman lays down his nets with his spout [Bm] and plays his old sleazebox.
[D] A melody carries him off and frees [G] him, the few and sure old men.
They roam the world over [Bm] and the _ waves [G] of time will never [D] tame _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] the _ ghosts [A] that call him out [G] by _ name. _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ Far distant lands of my hopes and [G] desires, my childhood tales around the campfires.
[D] A mad old photograph that hangs on my wall [G] takes me back to the isle.
In the wilds of Donegal, [Bm] on their dunce and on Duck Street, _ [D] waltzing into the mists of [G] time with their slum dunce and on Duck Street.
_ A fisherman lays down his nets with his [Bm] spout and plays his old sleazebox.
_ [D] A melody carries him off and [G] frees him, the few and sure old men.
They roam the world over [Bm] and the _ ghosts [G] that call him out [D] by _ name. _ _
_ [Bm] For the changing _ [A] sides of time [Em] have changed. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C#] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ Streets are never open and [Bm] the waves [G] of time will never [D] fade. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ Ghosts [D] are calling out [G] my name. _ _ _
[E] _ [Bm] On rocky [G] shores I walk [D] _ alone. _ _ _
_ [A] [Bm] I've been away, [A] but this still feels [G] like home.
[D] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
