Chords for Reckless Kelly "Seven Nights in Eire"
Tempo:
125.95 bpm
Chords used:
Am
G
F
Dm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am]
[C] [Am]
First poke with your stack of twos, twelve steps on the plane
Virgin flight to Shenandoah, the day it didn't rain
Laughing eyes of Ireland, sparkling blue and green
Hair is [C] black, skin is [Am] stout, and belly's seventeen
[F] I'm back out on the [E] cobblestones, at least we're talking high [Dm] again
Giggered up and giving [G] up, seven [Am] nights in Ireland
Look on the booth that's waiting for the session to begin
As quiet as a mother's prayer till we all stumble in
And it's fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin
And a pipe of man's blowing like a North Atlantic wind
[F] Erin Allen, beauty is [E] sawing on the violin
[Dm] I wonder will she miss me [G] after seven [Am] nights in Ireland
[C] [Am] [G]
[F] [Fm]
[Dm] [C] [G]
[Am]
Late as day and gone away, Emma wants the pony's rum
Fifty pounds against the odds, came in sixty-one
Swagging up the race, supporting by the sun in
We drank Catholic whiskey, loved our line, newfound friends
And [F] there is a glass to all of us, [E] we all toasted them
[Dm] Cheers to Michael, Tom and [G] Pat, the [Ab] seven [Am] nights in Ireland
Well
[F]
[G] [Dm] [G]
[Am]
we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear
As she walked me to the gate, I swear I saw [G] a tear
[Am] Then she looked into my eyes and I knew she felt my pain
Only then I realized we were standing in the rain
[F] Save our faces at [E] the pub and when the eyes are dry again
[Dm] We'll come back another day, [G] seven [Am] nights in Ireland
[F] [Fm] [Dm]
[G] [D]
[F]
[Dm] [G]
[Am]
[C] [Am]
First poke with your stack of twos, twelve steps on the plane
Virgin flight to Shenandoah, the day it didn't rain
Laughing eyes of Ireland, sparkling blue and green
Hair is [C] black, skin is [Am] stout, and belly's seventeen
[F] I'm back out on the [E] cobblestones, at least we're talking high [Dm] again
Giggered up and giving [G] up, seven [Am] nights in Ireland
Look on the booth that's waiting for the session to begin
As quiet as a mother's prayer till we all stumble in
And it's fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin
And a pipe of man's blowing like a North Atlantic wind
[F] Erin Allen, beauty is [E] sawing on the violin
[Dm] I wonder will she miss me [G] after seven [Am] nights in Ireland
[C] [Am] [G]
[F] [Fm]
[Dm] [C] [G]
[Am]
Late as day and gone away, Emma wants the pony's rum
Fifty pounds against the odds, came in sixty-one
Swagging up the race, supporting by the sun in
We drank Catholic whiskey, loved our line, newfound friends
And [F] there is a glass to all of us, [E] we all toasted them
[Dm] Cheers to Michael, Tom and [G] Pat, the [Ab] seven [Am] nights in Ireland
Well
[F]
[G] [Dm] [G]
[Am]
we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear
As she walked me to the gate, I swear I saw [G] a tear
[Am] Then she looked into my eyes and I knew she felt my pain
Only then I realized we were standing in the rain
[F] Save our faces at [E] the pub and when the eyes are dry again
[Dm] We'll come back another day, [G] seven [Am] nights in Ireland
[F] [Fm] [Dm]
[G] [D]
[F]
[Dm] [G]
[Am]
Key:
Am
G
F
Dm
C
Am
G
F
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_ First poke with your stack of twos, twelve steps on the plane
Virgin flight to Shenandoah, the day it didn't rain
_ Laughing eyes of Ireland, sparkling blue and green
Hair is [C] black, skin is [Am] stout, and belly's seventeen
[F] I'm back out on the [E] cobblestones, at least we're talking high [Dm] again
Giggered up and giving [G] up, seven [Am] nights in Ireland _ _ _ _ _
Look on the booth that's waiting for the session to begin
As quiet as a mother's prayer till we all stumble in
And it's fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin
And a pipe of man's blowing like a North Atlantic wind
[F] Erin Allen, beauty is [E] sawing on the violin
[Dm] I wonder will she miss me [G] after seven [Am] nights in Ireland
[C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Late as day and gone away, Emma wants the pony's rum
Fifty pounds against the odds, came in sixty-one
Swagging up the race, supporting by the sun in
We drank Catholic whiskey, loved our line, newfound friends
And [F] there is a glass to all of us, [E] we all toasted them
[Dm] Cheers to Michael, Tom and [G] Pat, the [Ab] seven [Am] nights in Ireland
_ Well _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear
As she walked me to the gate, I swear I saw [G] a tear
[Am] Then she looked into my eyes and I knew she felt my pain
Only then I realized we were standing in the rain
[F] Save our faces at [E] the pub and when the eyes are dry again
[Dm] We'll come back another day, [G] seven [Am] nights in Ireland _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Dm] _
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_ First poke with your stack of twos, twelve steps on the plane
Virgin flight to Shenandoah, the day it didn't rain
_ Laughing eyes of Ireland, sparkling blue and green
Hair is [C] black, skin is [Am] stout, and belly's seventeen
[F] I'm back out on the [E] cobblestones, at least we're talking high [Dm] again
Giggered up and giving [G] up, seven [Am] nights in Ireland _ _ _ _ _
Look on the booth that's waiting for the session to begin
As quiet as a mother's prayer till we all stumble in
And it's fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin
And a pipe of man's blowing like a North Atlantic wind
[F] Erin Allen, beauty is [E] sawing on the violin
[Dm] I wonder will she miss me [G] after seven [Am] nights in Ireland
[C] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Late as day and gone away, Emma wants the pony's rum
Fifty pounds against the odds, came in sixty-one
Swagging up the race, supporting by the sun in
We drank Catholic whiskey, loved our line, newfound friends
And [F] there is a glass to all of us, [E] we all toasted them
[Dm] Cheers to Michael, Tom and [G] Pat, the [Ab] seven [Am] nights in Ireland
_ Well _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear
As she walked me to the gate, I swear I saw [G] a tear
[Am] Then she looked into my eyes and I knew she felt my pain
Only then I realized we were standing in the rain
[F] Save our faces at [E] the pub and when the eyes are dry again
[Dm] We'll come back another day, [G] seven [Am] nights in Ireland _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Dm] _
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