Chords for Paul Brady singing Crazy Dreams at Cork City Hall 1991

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_ _ _ _ _ With origins in the R&B clubs of 60s Dublin, Paul Grady has gone on to become one of Ireland's
most intriguing musical artists.
Snowman staring in the [Ab] winter dawn, there's a blizzard blowing in [Eb] from off the river. _ _ _ _ _
_ Standing on these city streets, _ [Ab] with a feeling in your [Eb] heart of leaving cool. _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Sunrise reaching down the line, _ with a fog light smiling out of time.
_ But you won't be here with it creeping _ [Eb] _ tomorrow. _
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ You're tired of dreaming someone [Ab] else's dream, _ when they really don't include you [Eb] any longer. _ _ _ _ _
_ Miles from home [Ab] you're sliding down with each day, and you need a woman's love to [Eb] make you stronger. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ And lately you've been getting doubts, _ _ a voice inside keeps calling out.
That someone else's dreams don't get you [Eb] nowhere. _ _ _
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_ _ _ So shut the [Bb] suitcase, [Ab] kiss the year goodbye.
Don't let nobody stop you [Eb] at the doorway. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Close the shutters [Ab] on the safety room, where these crazy dreams come [Eb] crawling to the library use.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Head on out across the line, _ _ where she's been waiting all this [F] time.
_ _ And turn around to one another _ [Eb] _ forever. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Still two hours till this [Ab] plane gets down.
Get high, we better wait [Eb] another minute. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You sweet loving babe [Ab] is all that I needed. _
Darling it's been building up [Eb] inside of me. _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Tonight we're going to paint this town.
_ _ We're going to drink champagne till we [F] both fall down.
[Bb] We'll fight some of the crazy [Eb] dreams tomorrow. _ _
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I remember my father asked me what I [Ab] wanted for Christmas.
This was 1958.
_ [Eb] _ He says you're going to have a harmonica or a guitar.
_ So I sort of went, _ _ [E] I'll have a guitar please.
So he brought this guitar in, and _ nobody was playing guitar in Sturban at all.
In fact I didn't know anybody at all who played guitar.
There was nobody who could teach guitar.
And he had one of these _ _ _ _ Spanish guitar shooters, which was really meant for a gut Spanish, _ classical style.
But this was a real _ plank of a yoke with sort of steel strings on it.
And you could shoot arrows off the neck, you know.
_ Ridiculous.
So I had to basically tear that manual up and start again.
And [G] learned myself.
And I just picked out and found chords myself.
And put my finger on a certain note until it sounded right.
And suddenly, six months later, when I met somebody who could play guitar,
[Dm] he said, oh that's a D, chord of D you're playing.
I said, oh is it?
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