Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
F#EbmBF# I stand with my father an eight hundred year old grave F#EbmBF# And I push past the dirt see his grandfather's name F#EbmBF# Some died in The Famine some died in New York F#EbmBF# I stand with my father where his grandmother was born F#EbmBF# I head down to Galway the city I lost F#EbmBF# Try and find some of these girls that inspired these songs F#EbmBF# And the beggars and the dealers they were plenty I'm sure F#EbmBF# But I politely declined all their hangover cures F#EbmBF# The next morning I woke to the air of the Ire' F#EbmBF# With my old rusty bike I took down to the water F#EbmBF# There a cross it stood still a foot or two deep F#EbmBF# For the first time in my life I may have actually believed F#EbmBF# So to Westy Jim Lockey The Starters and Stu F#EbmBF# You gave punk rock so punk rock I gave you F#EbmBF# To girls down at Lockdown I toast you every night F#EbmB (mute) F# Hope you're making me proud keeping this scene alive
F#EbmBF# 4x
follow the same chords for the rest of the song
If you ever make it to the new eastern coast I'll be there to greet you my home is your home Cause you made me the happiest I've ever been Without you I'm limbless I've got no Steady There's a Libertine in Dublin she's captured my soul If I can't have her I'd rather be alone If you're ever stumbling down old Blackwood Road Tell her I'll be back soon cause I'm bringing her home