Dixieland

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A|---------------------|--------0-2-(2-2-22)-|-0-2-5-2-0-2-0-----|---------------  
D|-2h4-4-2h4-4-2h4-2-0-|--0-2-4--------------|---------------4-2-|-2h4-4-2h4-2-0-  
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The chords aren't in exact places, but youll get the idea pretty easily.

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I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man and I come from County Clare
                             D                            Bm
And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian so I took me leave of there
     D                                            G
And I crossed the ocean in the "Arrianne", the vilest tub afloat
                           D                               Bm
And the captain's brother was a railroad man and he met us at the boat
   A                                    G                  A
So I joined up with the 20th Maine like I said my friend I'm a fighting man
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And we're marchin' south in the pouring rain
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      A               D
We're all goin' down to Dixieland

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I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine and we fight for Chamberlain
                        D                       Bm
'Cause he stood right with us when the Johnnies came like a banshee on the wind
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In the smoke smeared hell of Gettysburg many a mother wept
                        D                               Bm
For many a good boy died there, sure, and the air smelt just like death

A                               G               A
I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine and I marched to hell and back again
D       Em      F#m     G       A               D
For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain - we're all goin' down to Dixieland

D                                       G
I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine and I damn all gentlemen
                        D                       Bm
Whose only worth is their father's name and the sweat of a workin' man
D                               D                       G
Well we come from the farms and the city streets and a hundred foreign lands
                D
And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat
                Bm
Now we're all Americans
A                               G                       A
I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine did I tell you friend I'm a fightin' man
D       Em      F#m     G       A                               D
And I'll not be back this way again, 'cause we're all goin' down to Dixieland