Intro.
D G D
A Bm
Euston station, and I just missed the train,
F#m
All the day girls and beggars are washed out
G
by the rain
A Bm
And the tambourine lady, and the saxophone
man,
F#m
Play a sad song of somewhere to go if you
G
can.
A
And it's times like this, that I miss
D
Kilkenny
G Em
And I sing the old song, and swear to go
A
home,
A Bm
But the work and the money make the man play
a part,
F#m G A
And in clay and in concrete he can bury his
D
heart.
A
To the fields and farmyards where I ran as a
Bm
lad,
F#m
Came the stories of London, and the times to
G
be had
Bm
So I saved all my money, I came as fast as I
could,
F#m
And the stories were true ones, and the times
G
they were good.
A D
Ah, but now and then, I'd miss Kilkenny,
G Em Bm
And I'd sing the old songs, and swear to go
A
home
Bm
But the boys from the coalyard, and the
"King's Head" nearby
F#m G A
With a wink would say "Come on, Finn!”and
D
we'd drink some place dry.
A Bm
Euston station, to the newsboy's harsh cry,
F#m
Gypsy girls selling flowers have a glint in
G
their eye,
A
As the harried commuters hurry home for the
Bm
day,
F#m
All the songs of the buskers somehow seem to
G
say:
A
if you long to be somewhere, for God's sake
Bm
go while you can,
F#m G
If you live full of yearning, you're going to
A D
die half a man,
A
And I miss Kilkenny, as Im bored on this
Bm
train,
F#m A
Ah, but this time tomorrow I'll be home
D
again.
