Chords for The Dubliners- The Traveling People
Tempo:
64.6 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm] [C]
I'm a free-born man of traveling [G] people.
Got no fixed abode with nomads [C] I am numbered.
Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lumber.
Well, we knew the woods [F] and the resting [G]
places.
And the small birds sang when [C] wintertime was over.
Then we'd pack out [F] on the road.
They were good old [C] times for the [C] rover.
In the open ground [G] you could stop and linger.
For a week or two, for time was not your master.
Then away you'd jog with your [F] horse and dog.
Nice and [C] easy, no need to go faster.
And sometimes we'd meet up with other [G]
people.
Hear the news or else swap family [C]
information.
At the country fairs we'd be [F] meeting there.
All the [C] people of the traveling nation.
I've made willow quills and the heather [G] beasons.
And I've even done some begging [C] and some hawking.
And I've laid this bench wrap in my tent.
And I've listened to the old folks talking.
All you free-born men [F] of the traveling [G] people.
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy [C] rover.
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going.
Your traveling days will soon be over.
I'm a free-born man of the [F] traveling [G] people.
Got no fixed abode with nomads.
[C]
Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lonely.
[F] [Gm] [N]
I'm a free-born man of traveling [G] people.
Got no fixed abode with nomads [C] I am numbered.
Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lumber.
Well, we knew the woods [F] and the resting [G]
places.
And the small birds sang when [C] wintertime was over.
Then we'd pack out [F] on the road.
They were good old [C] times for the [C] rover.
In the open ground [G] you could stop and linger.
For a week or two, for time was not your master.
Then away you'd jog with your [F] horse and dog.
Nice and [C] easy, no need to go faster.
And sometimes we'd meet up with other [G]
people.
Hear the news or else swap family [C]
information.
At the country fairs we'd be [F] meeting there.
All the [C] people of the traveling nation.
I've made willow quills and the heather [G] beasons.
And I've even done some begging [C] and some hawking.
And I've laid this bench wrap in my tent.
And I've listened to the old folks talking.
All you free-born men [F] of the traveling [G] people.
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy [C] rover.
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going.
Your traveling days will soon be over.
I'm a free-born man of the [F] traveling [G] people.
Got no fixed abode with nomads.
[C]
Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lonely.
[F] [Gm] [N]
Key:
C
G
F
Gm
C
G
F
Gm
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ _
I'm a free-born man of traveling [G] people.
Got no fixed abode with nomads [C] I am numbered.
_ Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lumber. _
_ Well, we knew the woods [F] and the resting [G]
places.
_ And the small birds sang when [C] wintertime was over.
Then we'd pack out _ [F] on the road.
They were good old [C] times for the [C] rover. _
_ In the open ground [G] you could stop and linger.
_ _ For a week or two, for time was not your master.
Then away you'd jog with your [F] horse and dog.
Nice and [C] easy, no need to go faster. _
_ And sometimes we'd meet up with other [G]
people.
_ Hear the news or else swap family [C]
information.
At the country fairs we'd be [F] meeting there.
All the [C] people of the traveling nation. _
I've made willow quills and the heather [G] beasons.
_ And I've even done some begging [C] and some hawking.
And I've laid this bench wrap in my tent.
And I've listened to the old folks talking. _
All you free-born men [F] of the traveling [G] people.
_ Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy [C] rover.
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going.
Your traveling days will soon be over. _
I'm a free-born man of the [F] traveling [G] people.
_ Got no fixed abode with nomads.
[C] _ _
_ Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lonely. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [N] _
I'm a free-born man of traveling [G] people.
Got no fixed abode with nomads [C] I am numbered.
_ Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lumber. _
_ Well, we knew the woods [F] and the resting [G]
places.
_ And the small birds sang when [C] wintertime was over.
Then we'd pack out _ [F] on the road.
They were good old [C] times for the [C] rover. _
_ In the open ground [G] you could stop and linger.
_ _ For a week or two, for time was not your master.
Then away you'd jog with your [F] horse and dog.
Nice and [C] easy, no need to go faster. _
_ And sometimes we'd meet up with other [G]
people.
_ Hear the news or else swap family [C]
information.
At the country fairs we'd be [F] meeting there.
All the [C] people of the traveling nation. _
I've made willow quills and the heather [G] beasons.
_ And I've even done some begging [C] and some hawking.
And I've laid this bench wrap in my tent.
And I've listened to the old folks talking. _
All you free-born men [F] of the traveling [G] people.
_ Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy [C] rover.
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going.
Your traveling days will soon be over. _
I'm a free-born man of the [F] traveling [G] people.
_ Got no fixed abode with nomads.
[C] _ _
_ Country lanes and byways were always my ways.
I've never fancied being lonely. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [N] _
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