Dropkick Murphys — Workers Song Chords
Band: Dropkick Murphys
Song: Worker's Song
Album: Blackout
Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com
*= mute chord
Intro:
Fill Bagpipe Intro
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Verse 1:
Bb* Eb* Bb*
Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
Eb* f*
By hand and by brain, to earn your pay
Bb* Eb* Bb*
For centuries long past for no more than your bread
Eb Bb f Bb
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
Intro x1
Verse 2:
Bb* Eb* Bb*
In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
Eb* f*
We've often been told to keep up with the times
Bb* Eb* Bb*
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
Eb Bb f Bb
And with slide rule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed
Chorus: (with intro in the background)
Bb Eb Bb
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
Eb f
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
Bb Eb Bb
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
Eb Bb f Bb
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
Verse 3:
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And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war,
Eb* f*
Who's given the gun and then pushed to the fore (after this a Bb chord is
Bb* Eb* Bb* played up an octave)
And expected to die for the land of our birth
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Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth
Chorus x1
Solo:
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Intro x1
Chorus x2
Outro Verse:
Bb~ Eb~ Bb~
And all of these things the worker has done
Eb~ f~
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
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We've been yoked to the plow since time first began
Eb~ Bb~ f~ Bb
And always expected to carry the can
Bb—Bb
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