Chords for The Old Bog Road ----- Larry Cunningham + Lyrics Underneath

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[Db] My feet [Ab] are here on Broadway, _ _ _ this _ [C] blesses [Ab] harvest morn, _ _ _
[Ebm] But all the ache [Db] that's in [Bbm] them, _ [Ebm] for the spot [Ab] where I [Db] was born.
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My weary [Ab] _ hands [Db] are _ _ _ blistered from _ [C] toil and _ [Ab] cold and _ heath, _
[Ebm] But all [Ab] to swing [Db] _ aside [Bbm] today [Ebm] to _ [Ab] fields of [Db] Irish _ weeds. _
[Gb] Had I [Gbm] the choice [Db] to wander [Bbm] _ back [Eb] or _ own a king [Ab] in a boat, _ _
[Db] I'd sooner see [Gb] that _ [G] Hawthorn tree [Ab] down the old ball [Db] _ road.
[Ab] _ My [Db] _ mother [Ab] _ died [Db] last _ springtime _ when _ [C] Ireland's fields [Ab] were green, _ _ _
[Ebm] The neighbors [Ab] _ said [Db] her Wiccan [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] was the _ [Ab] finest _ [Db] ever seen.
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[Db] There were [Ab] snowdrops and [Db] _ _ _ primroses _ piled up _ [C] beside [Ab] her bed, _ _
[Ebm] And _ [Ab] Ferdinand's church [Db] was crowded [Bbm] _ when [Ebm] her funeral [Ab] _ mass [Db] was read. _ _
[Gb] And here [Gbm] was I [Db] on Broadway, [Bbm] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ building bricks [Ab] by load, _ _
[Db] When they carried _ [F] _ out [Gb] their coffin [G] _ _
[Ab] down the old ball [Db] road.
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[D] _ Life's [A] a weary [D] _ puzzle, _ _ past finding [Db] _ out [A] I'm a-end, _ _
[Em] I'll take [A] the day _
[D] for what [Bm] it's worth, [Em] I'll do [A] the best [D] I can. _ _
Since no [A] one cares [D] a rush for me, what needs [Db] to _ [A] make them all,
_ _ I'll [Em] go [A] my way [D] and draw [Bm] my pain [Em] and smoke [A] my _ [D] pipe alone. _ _ _ _
[G] Each human [Gm] _ heart [D] should know [Bm] its worth, [E] though bitter be [A] its load, _ _
[D] So God be with [G] old _ [Ab] Ireland _ _ _ and [A] the old _ [D] ball road.
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