Chords for Richie Kavanagh & Seamus Moore. Richie won't be Singing Aon Focal Any More.
Tempo:
114.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [A] [E]
[A] I had an awful nightmare, [D] I thought that I was dead.
There [E] were people all around me, [A] praying at me bed.
I heard the banshee bawling, [D] she let an awful roar.
She [E] said, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore.
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
He [E] won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
The sweat ran off me forehead, [D] I jumped straight out of bed.
I [E] tried to tell the people there [A] that I simply wasn't dead.
Then I saw me old school master, [D] who was standing at the door.
He [E] wrote, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A]
anymore.
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
[D] [E]
[A] I lay down in me bed, [D] and I got an awful fright.
[E]
Father Murphy standing there [A] gave me the last fright.
He said, our father, [D] then I heard him say once more,
[E]
Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore.
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
In the middle of it all, [D] I stumbled back in bed.
[E] I thought to me self, you see, [A] I must be really dead.
Then I heard an awful slapper, [D] a-banging on the wall.
[E] It was Nancy calling me, are you getting up?
[A] Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
[E] And all the time Richie was starting in [A] bed.
[D]
[A]
Nettie whore.
[N]
[A] I had an awful nightmare, [D] I thought that I was dead.
There [E] were people all around me, [A] praying at me bed.
I heard the banshee bawling, [D] she let an awful roar.
She [E] said, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore.
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
He [E] won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
The sweat ran off me forehead, [D] I jumped straight out of bed.
I [E] tried to tell the people there [A] that I simply wasn't dead.
Then I saw me old school master, [D] who was standing at the door.
He [E] wrote, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A]
anymore.
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
[D] [E]
[A] I lay down in me bed, [D] and I got an awful fright.
[E]
Father Murphy standing there [A] gave me the last fright.
He said, our father, [D] then I heard him say once more,
[E]
Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore.
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
In the middle of it all, [D] I stumbled back in bed.
[E] I thought to me self, you see, [A] I must be really dead.
Then I heard an awful slapper, [D] a-banging on the wall.
[E] It was Nancy calling me, are you getting up?
[A] Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
[E] And all the time Richie was starting in [A] bed.
[D]
[A]
Nettie whore.
[N]
Key:
A
D
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A
D
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A
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ I had an awful nightmare, [D] I thought that I was dead.
There [E] were people all around me, [A] praying at me bed.
I heard the banshee bawling, [D] she let an awful roar.
She [E] said, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore.
_ _ Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
He [E] won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead. _ _
The sweat ran off me forehead, [D] I jumped straight out of bed.
I [E] tried to tell the people there [A] that I simply wasn't dead.
Then I saw me old school master, [D] who was standing at the door.
He [E] wrote, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A]
anymore.
_ Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ I lay down in me bed, [D] and I got an awful fright.
[E]
Father Murphy standing there [A] gave me the last fright.
He said, our father, [D] then I heard him say once more,
[E]
Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore. _
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, _ [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
_ In the middle of it all, [D] I stumbled back in bed.
[E] I thought to me self, you see, [A] I must be really dead.
Then I heard an awful slapper, [D] a-banging on the wall.
[E] It was Nancy calling me, are you getting up?
[A] _ _ _ Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
_ [E] And all the time Richie was starting in [A] bed.
[D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Nettie whore. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ I had an awful nightmare, [D] I thought that I was dead.
There [E] were people all around me, [A] praying at me bed.
I heard the banshee bawling, [D] she let an awful roar.
She [E] said, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore.
_ _ Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
He [E] won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead. _ _
The sweat ran off me forehead, [D] I jumped straight out of bed.
I [E] tried to tell the people there [A] that I simply wasn't dead.
Then I saw me old school master, [D] who was standing at the door.
He [E] wrote, Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A]
anymore.
_ Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ I lay down in me bed, [D] and I got an awful fright.
[E]
Father Murphy standing there [A] gave me the last fright.
He said, our father, [D] then I heard him say once more,
[E]
Richie won't be singing in fuckle [A] anymore. _
Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, _ [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
_ In the middle of it all, [D] I stumbled back in bed.
[E] I thought to me self, you see, [A] I must be really dead.
Then I heard an awful slapper, [D] a-banging on the wall.
[E] It was Nancy calling me, are you getting up?
[A] _ _ _ Oh, Richie won't be singing [D] in fuckle anymore.
[E] He won't be singing fuckle [A] like he used to do before.
It was all over Twitter, [D] Facebook and the web.
[E] And everybody thought that poor old Richie [A] was dead.
_ [E] And all the time Richie was starting in [A] bed.
[D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Nettie whore. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _