Chords for Ronnie Drew - Building up and Tearing England Down
Tempo:
116.4 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D] [E] [A]
I've won a hero's name with [D] my galpine and [E]
[A] custane,
With Fitzpatrick, [D] Murphy, Ash [A] and Wimpy's gang.
I've been off and on the road, [D] on me way to draw [E] the toll,
[A] When there's nothing left to [D] do [A] for Johnny Lang.
I [F#m] used to think that God [C#] made the mixer pick and hod,
[F#m] So that Paddy might know [C#] hell above the [F#m] ground.
[E]
[A] I've had gangers big and tough, [D] tell me tear it [E] all out rough,
[A] When you're building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down.
In a tunnel underground [D] a young limerick [E] man was found,
[A] He was built into [D] the [A] new Victorian line.
When the bonus gang had passed, [D] sticking through the [E] concrete [A] cast,
Was the face of little [D] Charlie [A] Joe the mine.
[F#m]
And the gang of man McGurk sent [C#] me Paddy H.
the work,
[F#m] When the gas mine burst [C#] and he flew off [F#m] the ground.
[E] They [A] swore he said, don't slack, I'll not be [D] there until [E] I'm back,
[A] Keep on building up [D] and tearing [A] England down.
I remember Caddy or Jack, with [D] his heart upon his [E] back,
[A] We swore he'd [D] one day [A] set the world on fire.
But his face they've never seen, since his [D] shovel it cut [E] clean,
[A] From the middle [D] of the [E] big [A] high-tension wires.
[F#m] I saw Bolles McCall from [C#] the big flyover fall,
[F#m] Into a [C#] concrete mixer spinning [F#m] round.
[E] Though [A] it was not his intent, he got [D] a fine head of [E] cement,
[A] When he was building up [D] and tearing [E] England [A] down.
I was on the hydro-dam on [D] the day that Jack [E] McCann,
[A] Got the better of [D] his [A] stammer in a week.
He fell from the shuddering jam, and [D] that poor old stuttering [C#m] man,
He [A] was never ever [D] more [A] inclined to speak.
Oh, [F#m] no more like Robin Hood, [C#] when he roamed through Cricklewood,
[F#m] Or danced around [C#] the pubs in [F#m] Camden Town.
[E]
[A] Now let no man complain, [D] sure old Pat can die [E] in vain,
[A] When he's building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down.
So come all you navvies bold, who [D] may think that [E] English gold,
[A] Is just waiting to [D] be [A] taken from each sod.
For the likes of you and me could [D] ever get an [E] OBE,
[A] Or a night watch [D] for good [A] service to the hod.
[F#m] Leave the concrete master race [C#] to keep you in your place,
[F#m] And the gangar man [C#] to kick you to [F#m] the ground.
[E]
[A] If you ever try to take a [D] part of what the [A] bosses make,
When you're building [D] up and [E] tearing [A] England down.
[G] [A]
I've won a hero's name with [D] my galpine and [E]
[A] custane,
With Fitzpatrick, [D] Murphy, Ash [A] and Wimpy's gang.
I've been off and on the road, [D] on me way to draw [E] the toll,
[A] When there's nothing left to [D] do [A] for Johnny Lang.
I [F#m] used to think that God [C#] made the mixer pick and hod,
[F#m] So that Paddy might know [C#] hell above the [F#m] ground.
[E]
[A] I've had gangers big and tough, [D] tell me tear it [E] all out rough,
[A] When you're building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down.
In a tunnel underground [D] a young limerick [E] man was found,
[A] He was built into [D] the [A] new Victorian line.
When the bonus gang had passed, [D] sticking through the [E] concrete [A] cast,
Was the face of little [D] Charlie [A] Joe the mine.
[F#m]
And the gang of man McGurk sent [C#] me Paddy H.
the work,
[F#m] When the gas mine burst [C#] and he flew off [F#m] the ground.
[E] They [A] swore he said, don't slack, I'll not be [D] there until [E] I'm back,
[A] Keep on building up [D] and tearing [A] England down.
I remember Caddy or Jack, with [D] his heart upon his [E] back,
[A] We swore he'd [D] one day [A] set the world on fire.
But his face they've never seen, since his [D] shovel it cut [E] clean,
[A] From the middle [D] of the [E] big [A] high-tension wires.
[F#m] I saw Bolles McCall from [C#] the big flyover fall,
[F#m] Into a [C#] concrete mixer spinning [F#m] round.
[E] Though [A] it was not his intent, he got [D] a fine head of [E] cement,
[A] When he was building up [D] and tearing [E] England [A] down.
I was on the hydro-dam on [D] the day that Jack [E] McCann,
[A] Got the better of [D] his [A] stammer in a week.
He fell from the shuddering jam, and [D] that poor old stuttering [C#m] man,
He [A] was never ever [D] more [A] inclined to speak.
Oh, [F#m] no more like Robin Hood, [C#] when he roamed through Cricklewood,
[F#m] Or danced around [C#] the pubs in [F#m] Camden Town.
[E]
[A] Now let no man complain, [D] sure old Pat can die [E] in vain,
[A] When he's building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down.
So come all you navvies bold, who [D] may think that [E] English gold,
[A] Is just waiting to [D] be [A] taken from each sod.
For the likes of you and me could [D] ever get an [E] OBE,
[A] Or a night watch [D] for good [A] service to the hod.
[F#m] Leave the concrete master race [C#] to keep you in your place,
[F#m] And the gangar man [C#] to kick you to [F#m] the ground.
[E]
[A] If you ever try to take a [D] part of what the [A] bosses make,
When you're building [D] up and [E] tearing [A] England down.
[G] [A]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
C#
A
D
E
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _
I've won a hero's name with [D] my galpine and [E]
[A] custane,
With Fitzpatrick, [D] Murphy, Ash [A] and Wimpy's gang. _
I've been off and on the road, [D] on me way to draw [E] the toll,
[A] When there's nothing left to [D] do [A] for Johnny Lang. _
I [F#m] used to think that God [C#] made the mixer pick and hod,
[F#m] So that Paddy might know [C#] hell above the [F#m] ground.
[E] _
[A] I've had gangers big and tough, [D] tell me tear it [E] all out rough,
[A] When you're building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down. _
In a tunnel underground [D] a young limerick [E] man was found,
[A] He was built into [D] the [A] new Victorian line. _
When the bonus gang had passed, [D] sticking through the [E] concrete [A] cast,
Was the face of little [D] Charlie [A] Joe the mine.
_ _ [F#m]
And the gang of man McGurk sent [C#] me Paddy H.
the work,
[F#m] When the gas mine burst [C#] and he flew off [F#m] the ground.
_ [E] They [A] swore he said, don't slack, I'll not be [D] there until [E] I'm back,
[A] Keep on building up [D] and tearing [A] England down. _ _
I remember Caddy or Jack, with [D] his heart upon his [E] back,
[A] We swore he'd [D] one day [A] set the world on fire.
_ But his face they've never seen, since his [D] shovel it cut [E] clean,
[A] From the middle [D] of the [E] big [A] high-tension wires.
_ [F#m] I saw Bolles McCall from [C#] the big flyover fall,
[F#m] Into a [C#] concrete mixer spinning [F#m] round.
_ [E] Though [A] it was not his intent, he got [D] a fine head of [E] cement,
[A] When he was building up [D] and tearing [E] England [A] down. _ _
I was on the hydro-dam on [D] the day that Jack [E] McCann,
[A] Got the better of [D] his [A] stammer in a week. _ _
He fell from the shuddering jam, and [D] that poor old stuttering [C#m] man,
He [A] was never ever [D] more [A] inclined to speak.
Oh, [F#m] no more like Robin Hood, [C#] when he roamed through Cricklewood,
[F#m] Or danced around [C#] the pubs in [F#m] Camden Town.
[E] _
[A] Now let no man complain, [D] sure old Pat can die [E] in vain,
[A] When he's building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down.
So come all you navvies bold, who [D] may think that [E] English gold,
[A] Is just waiting to [D] be [A] taken from each sod. _
For the likes of you and me could [D] ever get an [E] OBE,
[A] Or a night watch [D] for good [A] service to the hod. _
[F#m] Leave the concrete master race [C#] to keep you in your place,
[F#m] And the gangar man [C#] to kick you to [F#m] the ground.
[E] _
[A] If you ever try to take a [D] part of what the [A] bosses make,
When you're building [D] up and [E] tearing [A] England down. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I've won a hero's name with [D] my galpine and [E]
[A] custane,
With Fitzpatrick, [D] Murphy, Ash [A] and Wimpy's gang. _
I've been off and on the road, [D] on me way to draw [E] the toll,
[A] When there's nothing left to [D] do [A] for Johnny Lang. _
I [F#m] used to think that God [C#] made the mixer pick and hod,
[F#m] So that Paddy might know [C#] hell above the [F#m] ground.
[E] _
[A] I've had gangers big and tough, [D] tell me tear it [E] all out rough,
[A] When you're building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down. _
In a tunnel underground [D] a young limerick [E] man was found,
[A] He was built into [D] the [A] new Victorian line. _
When the bonus gang had passed, [D] sticking through the [E] concrete [A] cast,
Was the face of little [D] Charlie [A] Joe the mine.
_ _ [F#m]
And the gang of man McGurk sent [C#] me Paddy H.
the work,
[F#m] When the gas mine burst [C#] and he flew off [F#m] the ground.
_ [E] They [A] swore he said, don't slack, I'll not be [D] there until [E] I'm back,
[A] Keep on building up [D] and tearing [A] England down. _ _
I remember Caddy or Jack, with [D] his heart upon his [E] back,
[A] We swore he'd [D] one day [A] set the world on fire.
_ But his face they've never seen, since his [D] shovel it cut [E] clean,
[A] From the middle [D] of the [E] big [A] high-tension wires.
_ [F#m] I saw Bolles McCall from [C#] the big flyover fall,
[F#m] Into a [C#] concrete mixer spinning [F#m] round.
_ [E] Though [A] it was not his intent, he got [D] a fine head of [E] cement,
[A] When he was building up [D] and tearing [E] England [A] down. _ _
I was on the hydro-dam on [D] the day that Jack [E] McCann,
[A] Got the better of [D] his [A] stammer in a week. _ _
He fell from the shuddering jam, and [D] that poor old stuttering [C#m] man,
He [A] was never ever [D] more [A] inclined to speak.
Oh, [F#m] no more like Robin Hood, [C#] when he roamed through Cricklewood,
[F#m] Or danced around [C#] the pubs in [F#m] Camden Town.
[E] _
[A] Now let no man complain, [D] sure old Pat can die [E] in vain,
[A] When he's building up [D] and [E] tearing [A] England down.
So come all you navvies bold, who [D] may think that [E] English gold,
[A] Is just waiting to [D] be [A] taken from each sod. _
For the likes of you and me could [D] ever get an [E] OBE,
[A] Or a night watch [D] for good [A] service to the hod. _
[F#m] Leave the concrete master race [C#] to keep you in your place,
[F#m] And the gangar man [C#] to kick you to [F#m] the ground.
[E] _
[A] If you ever try to take a [D] part of what the [A] bosses make,
When you're building [D] up and [E] tearing [A] England down. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _