Chords for Flogging Molly - These Exiled Years (Live at the Greek Theatre)

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_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] It's _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] four in [Em] the morning, [G] battered [Em] and numb, [C] a loaded row, [G] an empty gun, a [Em] whistled tune,
[G]
I've heard [Em] years before.
[C] The clock started ticking, [G] where did the time go?
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_ _ [A] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ And as did [Em] the morning, [G] she called out [Em] my name.
[C] The wind was a howling [G] and down came the rain and
Her arms [Em] they caressed [G] me, sweet [Em] was her brow.
[C] She opened my [G] eyes to banish the doubt [B] and
Wash me [Em] down in all your joy, [C] but don't strike me to this [D] again.
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You've heard all [C] your sad [Bm] songs, I [D] can't hear them.
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You sit with [C] the whiskey and out with [D] the gin.
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I've heard [C] all your sad songs, [D] I can't hear them.
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It's another [C] day over and [D] he's excitedly near.
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ So [Em] on the ground, blanket's face, _ [C]
cold was the [G] night and
I've got her embrace, for your land [Em] of the free [G] now [Em] presents me.
[C] To rot in this jail [G] of lost liberty, I [Bm] wash me down [Em] in all your joy,
but [C] don't strike me to this [D] again.
If you know Los Angeles, join in.
[G] _ _ You've heard all [C] your sad songs, I [D] can't hear them. _ _
_ [G] _ _ You sit with [C] the whiskey and out with [D] the gin. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ I've heard all [C] your sad songs, I [D] can't hear them. _
_ _ [G] _ It's another [C] day over and he's [D] excitedly near. _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [C] Walk away, _ _ [G] watch me [D] as I wave at [E] _ _ one [C] foot here,
but sure [G] the _ other's in [D] the grave.
_ _ [E] _ _ Walk [C] away, walk [D] _ away.
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_ _ [G] _ _ I've heard all [C] your sad songs, I [D] can't hear them. _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ It's him with [C] the whiskey and [D] out with the gin. _ _
_ _ [G] _ I've heard all [C] your sad songs, I [D] can't hear them. _
_ _ [G] _ It's another [C] day over and he's [D] excitedly near. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [E] Very shrewd little trooping people!
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You can tell he's our manager, can't you?
_ He's the only one not [E] covered in shit.
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I'm joking for [G] God's sake.
This is going out for young Mr.
Smith's Uncle Joe over here, _ _ _
a banjo legend.
_ Do us a big favor, the Greek Theatre,
get your dancing shoes on, [F#] Mr.
Bob Schmidt