E All that trouble all that griefA E That's why I had to leaveE7 B7 Staying away too stong is in defeatE Why I'm singing this songA E Why I'm heading back homeE7 B7 E That's what makes the Irish heart beatE I'm just like a hobo riding a trainA E I'm like a gangster living in Spain Have to watch my back and I'mE7 B7 running out of timeE When I roll the dice againA E If lady luck will call my nameE7 B7 That's what makes the Irish heartE beatE Well that's what makes it beatA E When I'm standing on the streetAnd I'm standing underneath thisE7 B7 Wrigley's signE Oh so far away from homeA E But I know I've got to roamE7 B7 That's what makes the Irish heartE beatE And it was off to foreign climesA E On the Piccadilly line We were standing underneath theE7 B7 Wrigley's signE So far away from homeA E Well I know I've got to roamE7 B7 That' s what makes the IrishE heart beatE Just like a sailor out on the foamA E Any port in a stormE7 Where we tend to burn the candleB7 at both endsE Down the corridors of fameA E Like the spark ignites the flameE7 B7 That's what makes the IrishE heart beatE But I roll the dice againA E If lady luck will call my nameE7 B7 That s what makes the IrishE heart beatE7 B7 Oh, that's what makes the IrishE heart beatE7 B7 That's what makes the IrishE heart beat
What Makes The Irish Heat Beat
Van Morrison
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