Chords for The Mobile Goat by Joan Morrissey

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_ Have you heard the story of the mobile goat from the grand old [B] southern shore?
In the lovely isle of Newfoundland where goats don't [E] roam no more.
It's about a man named Dylan who's cursing [A] one of note
And how he was [E] digging for spuds one [B] day when he spoke to the [E] mobile goat.
_ _ Now that goat had been stealing digging spuds for twenty years [B] or more.
And every time he saw him, Dylan cursed, [E] enraged and swore
He was digging hard and he's steeled his time.
The goat was [Am] chewing [A] away near a great green [E] six foot granite [B] rock
When old Dylan [E] heard him say
_ Are you digging them Dylan? _
Are you digging [B] them deep?
_ Are you piling them Dylan?
In a nice [E] big heap?
_ Oh I'm digging them says Dylan, not enough [A] to fill a boat
But I'd be digging them [E] more if it wasn't for [B] you, you rotten [E] stinking goat.
[A] But I'd be digging them [E] more if it wasn't for you, [B] you rotten [E] stinking goat.
_ _ Now Dylan got afraid of his life when he [B] just walked a place
And he said good lord, said [F#m] Dybal [B] himself, come to snatch me [E] from your grace
Come to take me for my sacrilege and my rotten [A] life of sin
And he ran like mad [Em] down the hill to home [B] and the goat just bit [E] right in
_ But his fate of the priest just passed him by when he heard old [B] Dylan curse
On the goat and the spuds and the lord above were making all [E] things worse
Just to hush the roars at heaven above, he thought he'd bid good [A] day
And as he [E] passed the garden [B] fence the good priest [E] he will say _
Are you digging them Dylan?
_ Are you digging [B] them deep?
Are you piling them Dylan?
_ [E] In a nice big heap? _
Oh I'm digging them says Dylan, not enough to [A] fill a boat
But I'd be digging them [E] more if it wasn't for you, [B] you rotten [E] stinking goat.
[A] I'd be digging them more [E] if it wasn't for you, [B] you rotten stinking [E] goat. _
He'd never tell Dylan to the priest who spoke to stop his [B] cursing spree
Passing quietly behind that rock so Dylan [E] couldn't see
And to this day in Hobin on that grand [A] old southern shore
There's a thousand who [E] believe the goat [B] spoke out when [E] Dylan swore
_ [F#] Are you digging them Dylan?
[E] _ Are you digging them deep?
[B] _ Are you piling them Dylan?
_ In a nice [E] big heap?
_ Oh I'm digging them says Dylan, not enough to fill a [A] boat
But I'd be digging them more if [E] it wasn't for [B] you, you rotten [E] stinking goat.
[A] But I'd be digging them [E] more if it wasn't for you, [B] you rotten [E] stinking goat. _ _ _ _ _ _ _