Chords for Rory & the island - The Ballad of Mad Dog Coll - (Official) - Gallagher

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_ Born July of _ 1908, [C] in a run [G] down cottage [C] in old [Am] Kedore.
_ Times were tough, they had to emigrate.
_ [C] One [G] way ticket [Am] to old New York.
At eight years of age, he was on his own.
[C] A mean [G] old woman, she [F] [Am] took him home.
She said, son, you're gonna learn.
Life is a bitch.
[C] Quit [G] your crying, [F] get on with it.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Story _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] of my [Am] dog Paul.
Where is the young bastard [Bm] [Am] from?
Johnny Galle.
He moved to New York and [D] [Am] man, they say he coulda [D] had it all.
_ _ Bang, bang, [Am] shotgun.
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_ [Am] Shotgun.
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By the age of 18, his heart was a rock.
[C] He wouldn't [G] think twice [Am] about killing a man.
Old Dutchie Schultz was the king of the [C] Bronx.
He took a [G] young mad [Am] dog and shook his hand.
He said, kid, I'm gonna take you under my wing.
[C] And maybe [G] you're richer [F] than your wildest dreams.
_ _ Dreams.
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_ [Am] This is [Em] the story [D] of my [Em] dog Paul.
[Am] A crazy [Em] young bastard [D] from [Am] Johnny Galle.
He moved to [Em] New York and [D] man, they [Em] say he coulda [D] had it _ all.
_ [Am] Bang, bang, shotgun.
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_ [Am] Shotgun.
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_ Years went by as my dog grew.
_ [C] Swindle [G] and murder [F] was all he [Am] knew.
_ July 28th, _ 1931.
[C] A [G] routine [Am] shidnap then went wrong.
The place started screaming, the crowd went wild.
[C] Mad [G] dog shot [F] a five-year-old child.
_ _ Child.
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_ [Am] This is the [Em] [D] story of my [Am] dog Paul.
A crazy young bastard [D] from [Am] Johnny Galle.
He moved to New [Em] York [D] and [Am] man, they say he coulda [D] had it all.
_ _ _ [Am] Bang, bang, shotgun.
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_ [Am] Shotgun.
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_ [Am] _ _ _ Salvatore _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] Baranzano.
The mafia [G] king of [Am] old New York.
He wanted to kill lucky Luciano.
[C] He paid [G] my dog [F] to get [Am] it done.
The lucky bird rumors flying around.
[C] Shot [G] both _ [F] Baranzano [Am]
down.
Man, my dog had a price on his head.
[C] Within [G] four months [F] my dog was dead.
_ _ [C] Dead.
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_ [Am] _ [Em] This is the story [D] of my [Am] dog Paul.
A crazy young bastard [D] [Am] from Johnny Galle.
He moved to New York and [D] [Am] man, they say he coulda [D] had it all.
_ _ [Am] Bang, bang, shotgun.
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_ [Am] Shotgun.
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While the Jews and the Italians had my dog crossed.
[C] He was [G] killed by an [Am] Irish boss.
_ Only mad in hell's kitchen [C] mob.
Paid [G] 20,000 [C] to kill my [Am]
dog.
On 8th Avenue and 23rd Street.
[C] My [G] dog thought he had [Am] someone to meet.
In a glass hole in Booth he was shot down [C] cold.
My [G] dog Paul, [Am] 24 years [F] old.
24.
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_ [Am] _ This is the story [D] of my [Am] dog Paul.
A crazy young bastard [D] from [Am] Johnny Galle.
He moved to New York and [D] man, they [Am] say he coulda [D] had it all.
_ _ _ Bang, bang, [Am] shotgun.
[G] _ _ _ [Em] _ [F] _
_ [Am] Shotgun.
[G] _ _ _ [Em] [F] Bang, bang, [Am] shotgun.
_ [G] _ _ _ [F] Bang, bang, [Am] shotgun.
_ [G] _ _ [Em] Bang.
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