Chords for Christy Moore - Delirium Tremens

Anyway, the next morning was a different story, I tell you.
It's all very well when you're stuck in Paddy Candy's pub in Pecan,
listening to the jukebox and you're sculling pints,
but you wake up the next morning, head first down in a sleeping bag
and you don't know where you are, bejizz,
and you're trying to get the zip open with your toes, huh? _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And you'll be saying him and his poetry.
Poetry. _ _
_ _ And then you might even say, you might go,
_ [G] _
Oh, _ [A] _ _ oh Jesus, never again.
[G] _ _ [A] Oh, _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ goodbye to the department.
[G] There's a cake in the sky,
[A] with this limb different,
a heart picked from the bottle,
[D] the ramblin' gal.
As I sat the day, not to pickin'
[G] as I could never figure out
[A] how your man stayed up on the sub
for that there [G] forking,
and just how. _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I dreamt a dream the other night,
[G] just I couldn't sleep a wink.
[D] The [A] rats were trying to count the sheep
and I was trying to get off the drink.
_ _ [D] There was footsteps in the parlour
[G] and voices on the stairs
[A] and I was climbing up the walls
and I was moving round the chairs.
I looked out from under the [D] blanket
[G] and up at the fireplace.
[A] There was the Pope and John F.
Kennedy
and Jack Charlton and the three of them
were staring me in the face.
_ _ _ _ _ And [Dm] suddenly it dawned on me,
Hey, big God, [G] I think I'm getting the DTs. _ _
[A] When the child of Prague began to dance
around the mantelpiece,
Oh, ah,
I went, [D] oh, goodbye to the department.
And I went down into [G] the mire and the sky
[A] with this one dick and a heart,
picking the bottle,
there [D] on the day.
As I sat there,
looking up and thinking
as I [G] could never figure out
[A] how your man stayed up on the sub
for that there forking,
[G] and just how.
_ _ _ [A]
Oh, yes.
_ [D] Well, I swore upon the Bible
that [G] I'd never again touch a drop.
[A] I tell you, my heart was palpitating. _
I was sure it was going to stop.
[D] And thinking I was dying,
I [G] gave my soul to God to keep.
[Am] And ten pounds to St.
Anthony
to help me find some sleep.
_ _ _ I [D] fell into an awful nightmare
and [G] got a dreadful shock.
[A] When I dreamt there was no duty free
in the airport down the knock. _
_ I [D] dreamt Ian Paisley was saying the rosary
[G] and Mother Teresa was taking the pill.
_ _ _ And [A] Frank Patterson was out of his head,
begotten, he was singing Spansel Hill there.
But not Frank, yeah.
_ Oh,
_ [D] I went back into the port and drank
and got [G] a vodka and a stout.
[A] Just made a can,
the heart pickin',
the bottle flurried [D] up and down.
As I stand between the pickin'
and the [G] stout,
I thought, hey, what did you lose?
[A] I am and stayed up on the sub
for that there forking,
and just [G] how.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ I dreamt I was in ecstasy in heaven
and _ [G] in agony in hell.
_ [A] I was bored and limbo. _
_ _ And then I was in purgatory as well. _
_ _ And there was original sins
and lenient sins [G] and mortal sins by the scorn.
_ So I tied barbed wire round me [Am] underpants and I flagellated myself from the floor. _ _
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Then [D] I dreamt I was in the confessional [G] box and the old bishop said to me,
_ [A] Any impure thoughts, my child?
_ The fucking barbed wire was killing me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And then [D] I dreamt I was in the Jacuzzi with [G] that old whore in number ten.
[A] And then I knew that I'd never ever ever drink again.
I [D] went and got myself a fork and a [G] brandy with a vodka in the side.
[A] With this little dick and a half, picking the bottle, girl, up and [D] down.
As I sat looking at the dick in [A] the side, I [G] thought, man, what did you lose?
[A] I am instead a fool, so for that, the fork came and took [G] out.
[D] Halt!
[G] [F#m] Hey! _
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