The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn Chords by The Pogues

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McCormick and [Dm] Richard Tauber [C] are singing by [Dm] the bed
[C] There's a glass of [Dm] punch below your [F] feet and an angel [C] at your head _
There's devils [Dm] on each side of [C] you with bottles [Dm] in their hand
[C] Give me one more [Dm] drop of poison [Am] and you'll dream of foreign lands
_ When _ [F] you kissed yourself in Frankfurt and got sipped out in Cologne
And you heard the rattling [Bb] step trains as you lay [F] there all along
Fred Ryan bought you whiskey and a pretzel in Madrid
[Bb] And you picked some fucking [F] black shirt who was cursing [C] all the yids
[F] And a sick bit of Cote Cullen will nail us to your prayer
But of course the rattling at [C] the door and the devils in [F] the chair _ _
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_ _ _ _ But in the [Bb] Yidsten Tavern you swore that [F] was your shelf
But they wouldn't give [Bb] you service [C] so you kicked the [F] windows out
They took you out and turned the street, kicked you in the brains
So you [F] walked back in through a bolted door and did [C] it all again
And a sick bit of Cote Cullen will nail us to your prayer
[Bb] But of course the [F] rattling at the door [C] and the devils in [F] the chair
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_ _ _ _ _ that [Dm] foul evening _ [C] when you heard the [Dm] banshee's _ [C] howl
There was lazy [Dm] drunken bastards [F] singing Biddy in [C] the Bell
_ They took you up [Dm] to midnight [C] mass, left you in the [Dm] lurch
_ [C] So you dropped a [Dm] button in the plate [Am] and speared up in the church _
_ _ _ [F] Now you think [Bb] a son of liberty brought [C] blacks and packs of [F] jerks
And I'll take you [F] from this dump here [C] and I'll stick you in [F] a pool box
Then I'll take you to Puckbriar and shove you in the ground
[Bb] Bring a sick head back out and [C] shout, well I'm not around
[F] And the graces of that Cote Cullen will nail around and pray
And God is in his [C] heaven and Freddy's down [F] by the bay
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