Chords for Flogging Molly - The ol' Beggars Bush - 06
Tempo:
88.25 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
Em
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [D]
[C] [D] [G]
A don in the bridge, [D] where below me only grins, [C] then laughs to the chaos [G] of it all.
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, he [C] can't wait to count [D] the times where I [G] went wrong.
Underneath the bush lay [D] a beggar, a look on [C] his lips was a taste [G] he forgets.
Salts were filled with sand, [D] and he waxed well to his hand, [C] every grain [D] was a lifetime [G] of regret.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
[D] [C]
[D] [G]
Fair child Mrs.
Moore, had [D] 13 kids but still looked good, though [C] her old man jumped the
beam on [G] a ship.
She never read a book, but [D] by Christ she understood, [C] that the meaning [D] of life [G] starts in bed.
So go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] [G] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
[F] [C]
[G]
[F#] [C]
[Bm] [G]
Killer Kilbane kicked [D] me senseless every day, [C] I hope that bastard hid beneath [G] a head of
stone.
For I'd dance upon [D] his grave, for all the [Am] madness I now crave, while the [D] scars that
remain still [G] occur.
So I'm stuck on a limbo bridge, [D] where below me I'll nicker in, [C] then laughs for the chaos
[G] of it all.
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
Yeah, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, [G] now is gone.
[C] Yeah, the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
[C] The summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
[C] [D] [G]
A don in the bridge, [D] where below me only grins, [C] then laughs to the chaos [G] of it all.
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, he [C] can't wait to count [D] the times where I [G] went wrong.
Underneath the bush lay [D] a beggar, a look on [C] his lips was a taste [G] he forgets.
Salts were filled with sand, [D] and he waxed well to his hand, [C] every grain [D] was a lifetime [G] of regret.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
[D] [C]
[D] [G]
Fair child Mrs.
Moore, had [D] 13 kids but still looked good, though [C] her old man jumped the
beam on [G] a ship.
She never read a book, but [D] by Christ she understood, [C] that the meaning [D] of life [G] starts in bed.
So go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] [G] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
[F] [C]
[G]
[F#] [C]
[Bm] [G]
Killer Kilbane kicked [D] me senseless every day, [C] I hope that bastard hid beneath [G] a head of
stone.
For I'd dance upon [D] his grave, for all the [Am] madness I now crave, while the [D] scars that
remain still [G] occur.
So I'm stuck on a limbo bridge, [D] where below me I'll nicker in, [C] then laughs for the chaos
[G] of it all.
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
Yeah, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, [G] now is gone.
[C] Yeah, the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
[C] The summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
Key:
D
G
C
Em
F
D
G
C
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [C] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
A don in the bridge, [D] where below me only grins, [C] then laughs to the chaos [G] of it all. _ _
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, he [C] can't wait to count [D] the times where I [G] went wrong. _ _
Underneath the bush lay [D] a beggar, a look on [C] his lips was a taste [G] he forgets. _
Salts were filled with sand, [D] and he waxed well to his hand, [C] every grain [D] was a lifetime [G] of regret.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, _ [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Fair child Mrs.
Moore, had [D] 13 kids but still looked good, though [C] her old man jumped the
beam on [G] a ship.
_ _ She never read a book, but [D] by Christ she understood, [C] that the meaning [D] of life [G] starts in bed.
So go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Killer Kilbane kicked [D] me senseless every day, [C] I hope that bastard hid beneath [G] a head of
stone.
_ For I'd dance upon [D] his grave, for all the [Am] madness I now crave, while the [D] scars that
remain still [G] occur.
_ _ So I'm stuck on a limbo bridge, [D] where below me I'll nicker in, [C] then laughs for the chaos
[G] of it all. _ _
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
Yeah, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, _ [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, _ [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, [G] now is gone.
_ [C] Yeah, the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
_ [C] The summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone. _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
A don in the bridge, [D] where below me only grins, [C] then laughs to the chaos [G] of it all. _ _
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, he [C] can't wait to count [D] the times where I [G] went wrong. _ _
Underneath the bush lay [D] a beggar, a look on [C] his lips was a taste [G] he forgets. _
Salts were filled with sand, [D] and he waxed well to his hand, [C] every grain [D] was a lifetime [G] of regret.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, _ [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Fair child Mrs.
Moore, had [D] 13 kids but still looked good, though [C] her old man jumped the
beam on [G] a ship.
_ _ She never read a book, but [D] by Christ she understood, [C] that the meaning [D] of life [G] starts in bed.
So go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, for [C] your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, go [D] and bow your head [G] and weep, [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Killer Kilbane kicked [D] me senseless every day, [C] I hope that bastard hid beneath [G] a head of
stone.
_ For I'd dance upon [D] his grave, for all the [Am] madness I now crave, while the [D] scars that
remain still [G] occur.
_ _ So I'm stuck on a limbo bridge, [D] where below me I'll nicker in, [C] then laughs for the chaos
[G] of it all. _ _
Gets up off his chair, [D] spins a jig to my despair, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
Yeah, [C] he can't wait to [D] count the times where [G] I went wrong.
So [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, _ [C] for your world [D] won't change [G] while you sleep.
Yeah, [D] go and bow your [G] head and weep, _ [C] for the summer that [D] was lost, [G] now is gone.
_ [C] Yeah, the summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone.
Yeah, [C] the summer that [D] was lost, now [Em] is gone.
_ [C] The summer that [D] was lost, now [G] is gone. _ _ _ _
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