The Old Turf Sod - Official Video - Ciarán Rosney Chords

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_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] For _ _ [F] some it's religion, [Bb] for us [F] it's tradition, and down from my father and his father [C] before.
_ _ _ _ [F] It only comes around [Bb]
one time [F] a year.
With sharpest [Bb] sling, [C] crack open [F] the beer.
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_ _ [F] Up bright and early [Bb] at the breaking [F] of dawn.
We pack up old Neddy, pull him out of [C] the barn.
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Load up the cart [Bb] and the bottles [F] of tea.
And off to [Bb] the bog with [C] my daddy [F] and me. _ _
_ [Bb] With the smell of the heather [F] and the croak of the frog,
[Bb] there's no better [F] _
place [G] than life [C] on the bog.
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Some people burn [Bb] their timber [F] dry as a log,
but you can't beat [Bb] the heat [C] of the old [F] Neddy's sod. _ _
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_ My dad does the cutting and [Bb] I do the [F] catching.
Neddy carts out the bogie all on [C] his own.
_ _ [F] But he surely knew when [Bb] his work day [F] was done. _
Up with [Bb] his head and [C] away home [F] he would run. _ _
_ _ Later that night [Bb] we'd all [F] gather round,
lay our cards out and put our pennies [C] right down.
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Luke played the jack and [Bb] kept that ace [F] alive. _
Oh [Bb] thank God [C] for the old [F] twenty-five. _
_ [Bb] With the smell of the heather [F] and the croak of the frog,
[Bb] there's no better [F] _
place [G] than life [C] on the bog.
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Some people burn [Bb] their timber [F] dry as a log,
but you can't [Bb] beat the heat [C] of the old [F] turd's sod. _
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_ [G] With the bucking and the stucking [C] and stacking [G] it high,
it won't be long now before the wind blows [D] it dry.
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Card it all home, [C] clamp it high in [G] a wreath,
while the children [C] run round [Bm] playing hide and [G] go seek. _ _
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_ [G] _ _ How I long for [C] those old [G] times again,
the cutting of the turd and playing cards with [D] my friends.
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Oh how those times have [C] moved quickly [G] along,
and all we've left is [C] cherished memories [D] of a days [G] long _ gone.
_ [C] With the smell of the heather [G] and the croak of the frog,
[C] there's no better [G] _
place [A] than life [D] on the bog.
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Some people burn [C] their timber [G] dry as a log,
but you can't [C] beat the heat [D] of the old [G] turd's sod. _
_ [C] With the smell of the heather [G] and the croak of the frog,
[C] there's no better [G] _
place [A] than life [D] on the bog.
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Some people burn [C] their timber [G] dry as a log,
but you _ [C] can't beat the heat [D] of the old [G] turd's sod. _ _
_ No you can't beat [C]
the heat of [D] the [G] old turd's sod. _ _ _
_ Take it home. _ _
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No you can't [C] beat the heat [D] of the _ old turd's [G] sod. _ _ _ _ _
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