Chords for The Old Liquor Book (Dick Nolan)

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After work and [G] all the live long [C] year, there finally comes a day,
[F] By two-ish [C] summer holidays [D] and a trip [G] around the bay,
[C] And kicking off [G] me over all [C] the summer, I sit in my glee,
[F] Determined to get [C] a bottle of [G] Screech to take along [C] with me.
There were people there [G] from everywhere, [C] Grandpa's a corner brook,
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From Joe [C] Bet's farm and Billy's farm, [D] all waiting for [G] their book,
[C] _ [G] Greenland's icy [C] waters and Texas Kitty Brook,
[F] All waiting [C] tired and [G] thirsty to get [C] their liquor book.
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_ _ There were young [G] men with curly [C] hair and old men with [F] foreheads,
And pretty [C] little maidens, [D] old maids of [G] wooden age,
[C] Old men with [G] whiskers on their [C] chin and gave an awful look,
[F] And they whisked as [C] they grew longer [G] as they waited for [C] their book. _
Well along came the [G] policeman, [C] he lined us up in twos,
[F] He had a [C] billy in his hand [D] so none of us [G] refused,
[C] How much [G] longer must we [C] wait, said one man to the cop,
[F] He laughed and said, [C] I guess you'll be [G] too old to [C] take a drop.
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And an old man with [G] a magnolia [C] hung down his weary head,
[F] He said, my [C] God, I'd have to send [D] my grandson here [G] instead,
[C] So service him [G] the bowl o'er, [C] but little did I think,
[F] I'd spend my life [C] there trying to get [G] a book to get [C] a drink.
_ Well after [G] waiting too long [C] we stood in the cold, I tried,
[F] With a half a dollar [C] in my [D] hand I finally got [G] inside,
[C] And walked into [G] the wicket [C] along with many more,
[F] Such names and [C] occupations [G] I'd never heard [C]
before.
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_ [C] _ _ Well there were tradesmen and [G] mechanics [C] and the kiseks and the kins,
[F] A couple of men [C] of eighty years [D] who said [G] that they were twins,
[C] Critics and [G]
undertakers, [C] dishwashers, sewers and [F] cooks,
Wooden eggs [C] and glass-tie [G] makers waiting for [C] their books.
_ Too late to go [G]
round to be [C] in a book I finally got,
[F] So I bought myself [C] a bottle of [D] streets and drank a whole [G] damn lot,
[C] I passed [G] out just like a [C] light unto the world I'd seen,
[F] And boy, oh [C] boy, was I [G] what a terrible [C] dream I dreamed.
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_ _ I sighed and [G] ate the apple [C] and Matthew, Chase and Mark,
[F] And oh, with [C] the scrubbing, but [D] the scrubbing of [G] the ark,
[C] King Solomon [G] trying to count his [C] wives, and Abel, Chase and Cain,
[F] So is there [C] any wonder [G] why I'll never [C] drink again? _
And is there any wonder [G] why I'll never [C] drink again?
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