Irene Chords by Ian Noe
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Bb
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [Eb] Irene pulled in at [Ab] midnight to [Eb] let on the [Bb] smoking [Ab] beer.
[Eb] Proudly crawled to [Ab] the porch and called, your [Cm]
favorite [Bb] child is [Ab] here.
[Eb] My ma asked, where you [Ab] living?
And, [Eb] are you living [Bb] right [Ab] within?
She [Eb] said, with fire like a [Ab] gospel choir, a [Cm] saint [Bb] innocent.
[Ab] [Bb] Old Irene, [Eb]
like a raven [Ab] bomb, she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
[Bb] Old Irene, [Eb]
never lacking [Ab] charm, said I was feeling
[Eb] good and in the neighborhood, [Bb]
I mean no [Ab] harm.
[Eb] Irene sat down for [Ab] supper, pouring [Eb] Visine [Bb] into her [Ab]
eyes.
See, [Eb] her trembling hand was to [Ab] understand some [Cm]
things you [Bb] can't [Ab] disguise.
[Eb] Pa stood nod for [Ab] nothing, [Eb] but you don't seem to [Bb] be quite [Ab] well.
[Eb] Irene read back with a [Ab] smiling crack, how [Cm] could you [Bb] ever [Ab] tell?
[Bb] Old [Eb] Irene, like a raven [Ab] bomb, she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
[Bb]
Old [Eb] Irene, don't believe in [Ab] pain, she [Eb] said to live this life you need a half a [Bb] pint to keep you [Ab] sane.
So, [Eb] Irene said, but I [Ab] ain't happy, [Eb] sometimes I wake up [Bb] feeling [Ab] dead.
And, if [Eb] the sun should shine, [Ab] I'd close my blinds, pretend [Bb] there's rain [Ab] instead.
I [Eb] took down all my [Ab]
mirrors, [Eb] I gave away all [Bb] my rope and [Ab] guns.
Drowned the [Eb] darkest time with some [Ab] rock good wine, my [Bb] faithful mastery [Ab] run.
Old [Eb] Irene, like a raven [Ab] bomb, she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab] upon.
[Bb] Old Irene, [Eb]
she said, sad but [Ab] true, in spite of all it
[Eb] brings, it's the only [Bb] thing that gets me [Ab] through.
[Bb] You know it gets me [Eb] through,
[Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through, [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through,
[Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through.
[Ab]
[Eb] Proudly crawled to [Ab] the porch and called, your [Cm]
favorite [Bb] child is [Ab] here.
[Eb] My ma asked, where you [Ab] living?
And, [Eb] are you living [Bb] right [Ab] within?
She [Eb] said, with fire like a [Ab] gospel choir, a [Cm] saint [Bb] innocent.
[Ab] [Bb] Old Irene, [Eb]
like a raven [Ab] bomb, she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
[Bb] Old Irene, [Eb]
never lacking [Ab] charm, said I was feeling
[Eb] good and in the neighborhood, [Bb]
I mean no [Ab] harm.
[Eb] Irene sat down for [Ab] supper, pouring [Eb] Visine [Bb] into her [Ab]
eyes.
See, [Eb] her trembling hand was to [Ab] understand some [Cm]
things you [Bb] can't [Ab] disguise.
[Eb] Pa stood nod for [Ab] nothing, [Eb] but you don't seem to [Bb] be quite [Ab] well.
[Eb] Irene read back with a [Ab] smiling crack, how [Cm] could you [Bb] ever [Ab] tell?
[Bb] Old [Eb] Irene, like a raven [Ab] bomb, she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
[Bb]
Old [Eb] Irene, don't believe in [Ab] pain, she [Eb] said to live this life you need a half a [Bb] pint to keep you [Ab] sane.
So, [Eb] Irene said, but I [Ab] ain't happy, [Eb] sometimes I wake up [Bb] feeling [Ab] dead.
And, if [Eb] the sun should shine, [Ab] I'd close my blinds, pretend [Bb] there's rain [Ab] instead.
I [Eb] took down all my [Ab]
mirrors, [Eb] I gave away all [Bb] my rope and [Ab] guns.
Drowned the [Eb] darkest time with some [Ab] rock good wine, my [Bb] faithful mastery [Ab] run.
Old [Eb] Irene, like a raven [Ab] bomb, she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab] upon.
[Bb] Old Irene, [Eb]
she said, sad but [Ab] true, in spite of all it
[Eb] brings, it's the only [Bb] thing that gets me [Ab] through.
[Bb] You know it gets me [Eb] through,
[Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through, [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through,
[Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through.
[Ab]
Key:
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Eb
Bb
Cm
Ab
Eb
Bb
Cm
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Irene pulled in at [Ab] midnight to _ [Eb] let on the [Bb] smoking [Ab] beer.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Proudly _ crawled to [Ab] the porch and called, your [Cm]
favorite _ [Bb] child is [Ab] here. _ _ _
_ [Eb] My ma asked, where you [Ab] living?
_ _ _ And, [Eb] are you living [Bb] right [Ab] within?
_ _ _ She [Eb] said, with fire like a [Ab] gospel choir, a [Cm] saint _ [Bb] _ innocent.
[Ab] _ _ [Bb] Old Irene, [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ like a raven _ [Ab] bomb, _ _ _ she's cutting every _ [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Old Irene, [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
never lacking _ _ [Ab] charm, _ _ _ said I was feeling _
[Eb] good and in the neighborhood, [Bb] _
I mean no [Ab] harm. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Irene sat down for [Ab] supper, _ _ pouring [Eb] _ Visine [Bb] into her [Ab] _
eyes.
See, [Eb] her trembling _ hand was to [Ab] _ understand some [Cm]
things you [Bb] can't [Ab] disguise. _ _
_ _ [Eb] Pa stood nod for [Ab] nothing, _ _ [Eb] but you don't seem to [Bb] be quite [Ab] well. _ _ _
[Eb] Irene read back with a [Ab] smiling crack, how [Cm] could you [Bb] ever [Ab] tell?
_ [Bb] Old _ [Eb] Irene, _ _ _ _ _ like a raven _ [Ab] bomb, _ _ _ she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Old [Eb] Irene, _ _ _ _ _ don't believe in [Ab] pain, _ _ _ she [Eb] said to live this life you need a half a [Bb] pint to keep you [Ab] sane. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ So, [Eb] Irene said, but I [Ab] ain't happy, _ _ [Eb] sometimes I wake up [Bb] feeling _ [Ab] dead.
_ And, if [Eb] the sun should shine, [Ab] I'd close my _ blinds, pretend [Bb] there's rain [Ab] instead. _ _ _
I [Eb] took down all my [Ab]
mirrors, _ [Eb] I gave away all [Bb] my rope and [Ab] guns.
_ Drowned the [Eb] darkest _ time with some [Ab] rock good wine, my _ [Bb] faithful _ mastery [Ab] run.
_ Old [Eb] Irene, _ _ _ _ _ _ like a raven [Ab] bomb, _ _ _ _ she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge _ she comes [Ab] upon.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Old Irene, [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
she said, sad but [Ab] true, _ _ _ in spite of all it _
[Eb] brings, it's the only _ [Bb] thing that gets me [Ab] through. _ _ _ _
[Bb] You know it gets me [Eb] through, _
_ _ _ [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through, _ _ _ _ [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through, _ _ _
_ [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Proudly _ crawled to [Ab] the porch and called, your [Cm]
favorite _ [Bb] child is [Ab] here. _ _ _
_ [Eb] My ma asked, where you [Ab] living?
_ _ _ And, [Eb] are you living [Bb] right [Ab] within?
_ _ _ She [Eb] said, with fire like a [Ab] gospel choir, a [Cm] saint _ [Bb] _ innocent.
[Ab] _ _ [Bb] Old Irene, [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ like a raven _ [Ab] bomb, _ _ _ she's cutting every _ [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Old Irene, [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
never lacking _ _ [Ab] charm, _ _ _ said I was feeling _
[Eb] good and in the neighborhood, [Bb] _
I mean no [Ab] harm. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Irene sat down for [Ab] supper, _ _ pouring [Eb] _ Visine [Bb] into her [Ab] _
eyes.
See, [Eb] her trembling _ hand was to [Ab] _ understand some [Cm]
things you [Bb] can't [Ab] disguise. _ _
_ _ [Eb] Pa stood nod for [Ab] nothing, _ _ [Eb] but you don't seem to [Bb] be quite [Ab] well. _ _ _
[Eb] Irene read back with a [Ab] smiling crack, how [Cm] could you [Bb] ever [Ab] tell?
_ [Bb] Old _ [Eb] Irene, _ _ _ _ _ like a raven _ [Ab] bomb, _ _ _ she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge she comes [Ab]
upon.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Old [Eb] Irene, _ _ _ _ _ don't believe in [Ab] pain, _ _ _ she [Eb] said to live this life you need a half a [Bb] pint to keep you [Ab] sane. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ So, [Eb] Irene said, but I [Ab] ain't happy, _ _ [Eb] sometimes I wake up [Bb] feeling _ [Ab] dead.
_ And, if [Eb] the sun should shine, [Ab] I'd close my _ blinds, pretend [Bb] there's rain [Ab] instead. _ _ _
I [Eb] took down all my [Ab]
mirrors, _ [Eb] I gave away all [Bb] my rope and [Ab] guns.
_ Drowned the [Eb] darkest _ time with some [Ab] rock good wine, my _ [Bb] faithful _ mastery [Ab] run.
_ Old [Eb] Irene, _ _ _ _ _ _ like a raven [Ab] bomb, _ _ _ _ she's cutting every [Eb] road and killing every [Bb] judge _ she comes [Ab] upon.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ Old Irene, [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
she said, sad but [Ab] true, _ _ _ in spite of all it _
[Eb] brings, it's the only _ [Bb] thing that gets me [Ab] through. _ _ _ _
[Bb] You know it gets me [Eb] through, _
_ _ _ [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through, _ _ _ _ [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through, _ _ _
_ [Ab] you know it gets me [Eb] through.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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