What Makes The Irish Heart Beat Chords by Van Morrison
Tempo:
101.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
F#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [B]
[A] [E]
All that trouble, all [B] that grief, [A] that's why I had to [E] leave.
Spent away too [F#]
long is in [B] defeat.
[E] While I'm singing this [B] song, [A] while I'm heading back [E] home,
that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[F#m] [E]
I'm just like a hobo [B] riding a train.
[A] I'm like a gangster [E] living in Spain.
I have to watch my back [F#] and I'm running [B] out of time.
[E] When I roll the dice [B]
again, [A] plenty of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[A] Well, that's what makes it beat [E] when I'm standing on the street
and I'm standing [F#] underneath this [B] Wrigley sign.
Oh, [E] [B] so far away from home, [A] but I know I've [E] got to roam.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[B]
[A] [F#m] [E]
[F#]
[B] [E]
[B]
[A] [E]
[B]
[E]
Yeah, [A] I was off to foreign climes [E] on the Piccadilly line.
We were standing [F#] underneath the Wrigley [B] sign.
[E] Oh, far away from [B] home, but [A] I know I've got to [E] roam.
That's what makes the [B] Irish [E] heart beat.
Just like a sailor [B] out on the foam,
[A] every port gonna [E] storm.
When we turn to [F#] burn the candle, it [B] will then
light [E] the corridors of [B] fame.
[A] Like the sparking [E] natural flame,
that's what makes [B] the Irish
[E] heart beat.
[B] [A]
[E]
[F#m] [B]
When [E] I roll the [B] dice again, plenty [A] of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
Oh, that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
One more time.
That's what makes the [B] Irish [A] heart beat.
[E] [N]
[A] [E]
All that trouble, all [B] that grief, [A] that's why I had to [E] leave.
Spent away too [F#]
long is in [B] defeat.
[E] While I'm singing this [B] song, [A] while I'm heading back [E] home,
that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[F#m] [E]
I'm just like a hobo [B] riding a train.
[A] I'm like a gangster [E] living in Spain.
I have to watch my back [F#] and I'm running [B] out of time.
[E] When I roll the dice [B]
again, [A] plenty of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[A] Well, that's what makes it beat [E] when I'm standing on the street
and I'm standing [F#] underneath this [B] Wrigley sign.
Oh, [E] [B] so far away from home, [A] but I know I've [E] got to roam.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[B]
[A] [F#m] [E]
[F#]
[B] [E]
[B]
[A] [E]
[B]
[E]
Yeah, [A] I was off to foreign climes [E] on the Piccadilly line.
We were standing [F#] underneath the Wrigley [B] sign.
[E] Oh, far away from [B] home, but [A] I know I've got to [E] roam.
That's what makes the [B] Irish [E] heart beat.
Just like a sailor [B] out on the foam,
[A] every port gonna [E] storm.
When we turn to [F#] burn the candle, it [B] will then
light [E] the corridors of [B] fame.
[A] Like the sparking [E] natural flame,
that's what makes [B] the Irish
[E] heart beat.
[B] [A]
[E]
[F#m] [B]
When [E] I roll the [B] dice again, plenty [A] of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
Oh, that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
One more time.
That's what makes the [B] Irish [A] heart beat.
[E] [N]
Key:
E
B
A
F#
F#m
E
B
A
[E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
All that trouble, all [B] that grief, _ [A] that's why I had to [E] leave.
_ Spent away too [F#]
long is in [B] defeat. _ _ _
_ [E] While I'm singing this [B] song, _ [A] while I'm heading back [E] home,
that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[F#m] _ [E] _
I'm just like a hobo [B] riding a train.
[A] I'm like a gangster [E] living in Spain.
I have to watch my back [F#] and I'm running [B] out of time. _ _
_ [E] When I roll the dice [B]
again, [A] plenty of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat. _ _
_ [A] Well, that's what makes it beat [E] when I'm standing on the street
and I'm standing [F#] underneath this [B] Wrigley sign. _
Oh, [E] _ _ [B] so far away from home, [A] but I know I've [E] got to roam.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
Yeah, [A] I was off to foreign climes [E] on the Piccadilly line.
We were standing [F#] underneath the Wrigley [B] _ sign. _
_ [E] Oh, far away from [B] home, but [A] I know I've got to [E] roam.
That's what makes the [B] Irish _ [E] heart beat. _ _
Just like a sailor [B] out on the foam,
_ [A] every port gonna [E] storm.
When we turn to [F#] burn the candle, it [B] will then
_ light [E] the corridors of [B] fame. _
[A] Like the sparking [E] natural flame,
that's what makes [B] the Irish _
[E] heart beat. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ When [E] I roll the [B] dice again, plenty [A] of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
_ _ Oh, that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
One more time.
_ That's what makes the [B] Irish [A] heart beat.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
All that trouble, all [B] that grief, _ [A] that's why I had to [E] leave.
_ Spent away too [F#]
long is in [B] defeat. _ _ _
_ [E] While I'm singing this [B] song, _ [A] while I'm heading back [E] home,
that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
[F#m] _ [E] _
I'm just like a hobo [B] riding a train.
[A] I'm like a gangster [E] living in Spain.
I have to watch my back [F#] and I'm running [B] out of time. _ _
_ [E] When I roll the dice [B]
again, [A] plenty of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat. _ _
_ [A] Well, that's what makes it beat [E] when I'm standing on the street
and I'm standing [F#] underneath this [B] Wrigley sign. _
Oh, [E] _ _ [B] so far away from home, [A] but I know I've [E] got to roam.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
Yeah, [A] I was off to foreign climes [E] on the Piccadilly line.
We were standing [F#] underneath the Wrigley [B] _ sign. _
_ [E] Oh, far away from [B] home, but [A] I know I've got to [E] roam.
That's what makes the [B] Irish _ [E] heart beat. _ _
Just like a sailor [B] out on the foam,
_ [A] every port gonna [E] storm.
When we turn to [F#] burn the candle, it [B] will then
_ light [E] the corridors of [B] fame. _
[A] Like the sparking [E] natural flame,
that's what makes [B] the Irish _
[E] heart beat. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ When [E] I roll the [B] dice again, plenty [A] of luck will call [E] my name.
That's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
_ _ Oh, that's what makes [B] the Irish [E] heart beat.
One more time.
_ That's what makes the [B] Irish [A] heart beat.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _