(intro 2x) C G C GD G Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothersC G whose husbands and fathers alikeD C drink black beer in the same public housesC D G C G smelling of smoke and strong whiskey.D G Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes,C G lectures from priests, living in hopeD C that they've not mistaken the brand of their coats,C D G C G paid for by their spiritual teachings.D G A busy year this, the streets running red,C G how many sent to their nuptial bed.D C And how many sent home to a winter of graves,C D G C G and how many wait in for the slaughter.G D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.G D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.Continúa después del anuncio( Em Am Em Am )D G It's Easter again, and we cannot forgetC G our brothers and sisters and all that was said.D C So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet,C D G C G for the eyes of the world are upon you.D G God in his mercy has given us menC G to lead us to peace, but they can't bring an endD C to the profits that pay off the lease on the land,C D G C G we still send them over the water.D G Seventeen years, Kelly is a man,C G who stands on the street with a gun in his hand.D C He's protecting the pipers that play in the band,C D G while the enemy waits with an army.G D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.Em D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.( Em Am Em Am )D G Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire,C G dia le hÉireann, suffer the lossD C of the green and the blue while the media feedsC D G C G on the blood and the pain and the hatred.D G Father walks home on a colourless night,C G and the organisation has blinded his sight,D G His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight,C D in the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary.Em D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.G D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.Em D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.G D Oh, oh, the holy ground,C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
Smoke And Strong Whiskey
Christy Moore
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