Whiskey on a Sunday - Irish Rovers Chords
Tempo:
121.9 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#]
[B] Humming a golden day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
He sits on the corner [B] of old Beggar's Bush, [E] on top of an old [A] hanging crate.
He has three wooden dolls [B] that can dance and can sing, [E] and he coos with a smile [A] on his face.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
His tired old hands tug [B] away at the strings, [E] and the puppets they dance up [A] and down.
A far better show [B] than you ever would see, [E] in the fanciest theatre [A] in town.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
I'm sad to relate that [B] old sad deed he died [E] in
[A] 1904.
The three wooden dolls [B] in the dustbin were laid, [E] his songs will be heard [A] nevermore.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
So stormy night [B] when you're passing that way, [E] and the wind's blowing up from [A] the sea,
You'll still hear the song [B] of old sad Davy, [E] as he croons to his dancing [A] doll's tree.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk
[E]
[B] Humming a golden day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
He sits on the corner [B] of old Beggar's Bush, [E] on top of an old [A] hanging crate.
He has three wooden dolls [B] that can dance and can sing, [E] and he coos with a smile [A] on his face.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
His tired old hands tug [B] away at the strings, [E] and the puppets they dance up [A] and down.
A far better show [B] than you ever would see, [E] in the fanciest theatre [A] in town.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
I'm sad to relate that [B] old sad deed he died [E] in
[A] 1904.
The three wooden dolls [B] in the dustbin were laid, [E] his songs will be heard [A] nevermore.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
So stormy night [B] when you're passing that way, [E] and the wind's blowing up from [A] the sea,
You'll still hear the song [B] of old sad Davy, [E] as he croons to his dancing [A] doll's tree.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
[F#] Come [B] Beggar day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
[F#] Drinking [B] buttermilk
[E]
Key:
B
E
A
F#
B
E
A
F#
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] Humming a golden day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] _ whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
_ He sits on the corner [B] of old Beggar's Bush, [E] on top of an old [A] hanging crate.
He has three wooden dolls [B] that can dance and can sing, [E] and he coos with a smile [A] on his face.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ _ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey _ [A] on a Sunday.
_ His tired old hands tug [B] away at the strings, [E] and the puppets they dance up [A] and down.
_ A far better show [B] than you ever would see, [E] in the fanciest theatre [A] in town.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ _ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, _ [E] whiskey _ [A] on a Sunday.
_ I'm sad to relate that [B] old sad deed he died [E] in _ _ _
[A] 1904.
_ The three wooden dolls [B] in the dustbin were laid, [E] his songs will be heard [A] nevermore.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ _ [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ _ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] _ whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
_ _ So stormy night [B] when you're passing that way, [E] and the wind's blowing up from [A] the sea,
_ You'll still hear the song [B] of old sad Davy, [E] as he croons to his dancing [A] doll's tree.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ [E] _ wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] _ whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk_
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Humming a golden day, [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] _ whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
_ He sits on the corner [B] of old Beggar's Bush, [E] on top of an old [A] hanging crate.
He has three wooden dolls [B] that can dance and can sing, [E] and he coos with a smile [A] on his face.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ _ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] whiskey _ [A] on a Sunday.
_ His tired old hands tug [B] away at the strings, [E] and the puppets they dance up [A] and down.
_ A far better show [B] than you ever would see, [E] in the fanciest theatre [A] in town.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ _ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, _ [E] whiskey _ [A] on a Sunday.
_ I'm sad to relate that [B] old sad deed he died [E] in _ _ _
[A] 1904.
_ The three wooden dolls [B] in the dustbin were laid, [E] his songs will be heard [A] nevermore.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ _ [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ _ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] _ whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
_ _ So stormy night [B] when you're passing that way, [E] and the wind's blowing up from [A] the sea,
_ You'll still hear the song [B] of old sad Davy, [E] as he croons to his dancing [A] doll's tree.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ [E] _ wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk through the week, [E] _ whiskey [A] on a Sunday.
_ _ [F#] _ _ Come [B] Beggar day, _ [E] wishing me [A] heartache this Sunday,
_ [F#] _ Drinking [B] buttermilk_
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _