The Rocky Road To Dublin Chords by The Pogues

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_ _ _ _ I've got a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, [C] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [Dm] _
_ _ a girl, [Am] a girl, [Dm] a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl,
a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl,
[Am] a girl, a girl.
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Cause _ [Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _
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_ _ [Dm] in the merry month of June, for me, I was darned and left [C] the girls at yone.
Nearly bought [Dm] them home and still had the father there.
Kiss me darn, I'm on a [Am] drank up and I bear me gay for [Dm] birth.
But enough to reap the chord, they were eyes bored.
Cut [Am] the slope, let go into the Irish [Dm] coast
Dublin's brand new pair of broads
Rattle on above, fighting all the [Am] dogs
On the rocky road, the [Dm] Dublin 1-2-3
A wild [G] country air, it's heard it down rocky [C] road
And always the [Dm] Dublin white-fat howdy-da
In my leg out I died, I rested hard and weary
[Am] Left the very next morning feeling [Dm] bright and airy
Had a choppin' up cure, but it made me cough
I'm sinking fast up, and [C] it's curing [Dm] airy
Got the drinks, saying I'll have some smile
Then all the while, I'd be [Am] curious how it's such [Dm] a vibe
But the last few words I heard, why does I recur?
Till I was sick [Am] and tired of the rocky road
The Dublin 1 [Dm]-2-3, the wild country air
It's heard it [Am] down the rocky road
And always [Dm] the Dublin white-fat howdy-da
In Dublin next to Ryder, thought it such a pity
The [C] base is soon to find a view
In that [Dm] one city when I took a stroll
All of a sudden I caught a heave on [Am] a little stroll
In that [Dm] vacant van, at least something kept in mind
When I looked behind, I found [Am] the curtain flying [Dm] up on me
Said, go over the last two-by-two road
Old MacLint, bro, what's so [Am] much involved on the rock?
Old Dublin [Dm] 1-2-3, the wild country air
It's heard it [Am] down the rocky road
And always the Dublin [Dm] white-fat howdy-da
Well, now I got away, we surfed, never played
And [C] landed on the quay, just as the [Dm] ship was sailing
Captain Attenborough, no more of me
When [Am] I jumped up for a cab in a [Dm] brown-coat caddy
Down among the planks, there's some early reds
And [C] some early chicks [Dm] to watch
Around me, bubbling, when I finally had
What's the vibe, it's time to fetch [Am] the first sail on the rock
Old Dublin [D] 1-2-3, the wild country air
It's heard it [Am] down the rocky road
And [Dm] always the Dublin white-fat howdy-da
The boys are gonna prove
When the safely landed [Am] for me, some
For those that could not [Dm] understand it, blood began to flow
And for I was losing [Am] dear old air as I away
Again, [Dm] the minster around me, tossed aside
She let me in a flight, though [Am] he was a bunny [Dm] so
Old Dublin with a load of rake
Joined in the up-flight, but he [C] cleared the way for the rock
Old Dublin [Dm] 1-2-3, the wild country air
It's heard it [C] down the rocky road
And always [G] the Dublin white [Dm]-fat howdy-da _ _ _ _