Dropkick Murphys — Finnegans Wake Chords

Band: Dropkick Murphys
Song: Finnegan's Wake
Album: Do or Die
Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com

Intro Verse: (clean)
    B                                   G#
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman — Mighty odd 
       e
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, 
   B                     f#
To rise in the world, he carried a hod, 
    B
You see he'd sort of a Trippling way: 
     G#
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born, 
   e         
To help him on with his work each day, 
       B                    f#            B
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'...

Intro Riff:
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 (the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)

Verse 1: (ring out chords)
    B                                G#
One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake, 
e
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull, 
        B                     f#
So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake 
B                                        G#
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed, 
  e                                    B                f#
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head

Chorus:
    B                    G#
And whack Fol—De—Dah now dance to your partner, 
e               B   f#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake 
B             G#
Wasn't it the truth I told 
   e           B  f#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Verse 2: (ring out)
    B                                  G#
His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch 
e                                        B                  f#
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch 
B                                   G#
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see 
e                                       B                 f#
Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee

Chorus x1

Break:
B   e  f#   B
 Whoah,oh,oooh x2

Verse 3:
     B                               G#
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure 
e                                         B                  f#
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor 
B                             G#
Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man 
    e                                 B                 e 
Shillelah—law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began 
B                                      G#
Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him, 
   e                                  f#
It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, 
B                              G#
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed 
e                                      f#
Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"

Chorus x2

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