Chords for The Tinker's poteen, song / Annie Hirrell, singing in English
Tempo:
97.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
F
D
Gb
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I was born a tinkerer and I'll [Abm] tell you [Dm] no lie.
[Abm] [F] A tinkerer I've lived and a [D]
tinkerer [Ab] I've died.
[N] No, don't get me wrong, [G] I carry no [Eb] shame.
The [E] Lord made me [D] a tinkerer and [G] I've brought on my name.
[F] Well, my father [Ab] brewed ponchini on the [Gb] same brew of grain.
When [Bb] I [Ab] was twelve [G] to me he did say,
Well, son, [D] you're a bitch, [Ab] I'm just born to [Gb] be seen.
This time Lord I taught [Eb] you how to make the ponchini.
Well, [G] he taught me [D] the trade and [Eb] I learned well.
[B] I made the [Bb]
finest ponchini [G] any [F] tinkerer could sell.
[E] On the years the same still [B] lots me die [Gb] years before.
I has been [G] in the family a hundred years or more.
[G] Well, I [Abm] sold my [N] ponchini from dairy to corn.
From Donegal to Dublin and around my me old.
Through the thirty-two counties I'm free to [Am] roam.
[G] The ponchini I'm living on [Abm] the roadside my [Gb] home.
Well, I married a tinkerer according so fair.
For her father [F] and the mother were [G] tinkerers from Clare.
[Gb] And to have me some was my father's [F] dream.
I will love teaching him how to [Am] make the [D] ponchini.
I will teach him the [Eb] trade of [F] the tinkerer ponchini.
[Gb] [Eb]
[D] [G] I will teach him the
[Abm] [F] A tinkerer I've lived and a [D]
tinkerer [Ab] I've died.
[N] No, don't get me wrong, [G] I carry no [Eb] shame.
The [E] Lord made me [D] a tinkerer and [G] I've brought on my name.
[F] Well, my father [Ab] brewed ponchini on the [Gb] same brew of grain.
When [Bb] I [Ab] was twelve [G] to me he did say,
Well, son, [D] you're a bitch, [Ab] I'm just born to [Gb] be seen.
This time Lord I taught [Eb] you how to make the ponchini.
Well, [G] he taught me [D] the trade and [Eb] I learned well.
[B] I made the [Bb]
finest ponchini [G] any [F] tinkerer could sell.
[E] On the years the same still [B] lots me die [Gb] years before.
I has been [G] in the family a hundred years or more.
[G] Well, I [Abm] sold my [N] ponchini from dairy to corn.
From Donegal to Dublin and around my me old.
Through the thirty-two counties I'm free to [Am] roam.
[G] The ponchini I'm living on [Abm] the roadside my [Gb] home.
Well, I married a tinkerer according so fair.
For her father [F] and the mother were [G] tinkerers from Clare.
[Gb] And to have me some was my father's [F] dream.
I will love teaching him how to [Am] make the [D] ponchini.
I will teach him the [Eb] trade of [F] the tinkerer ponchini.
[Gb] [Eb]
[D] [G] I will teach him the
Key:
G
F
D
Gb
Eb
G
F
D
_ _ I was born a tinkerer and I'll [Abm] tell you [Dm] no lie. _
[Abm] [F] A tinkerer I've lived and a [D]
tinkerer [Ab] I've died.
_ _ [N] No, don't get me wrong, [G] I carry no [Eb] shame.
The [E] Lord made me [D] a tinkerer and [G] I've brought on my name.
_ [F] Well, my father [Ab] brewed ponchini on the [Gb] same brew of grain.
When [Bb] I [Ab] was twelve [G] to me he did say, _
Well, son, [D] you're a bitch, [Ab] I'm just born to [Gb] be seen.
This time Lord I taught [Eb] you how to make the ponchini.
Well, [G] he taught me [D] the trade and [Eb] I learned well.
[B] I made the _ [Bb]
finest ponchini [G] any [F] tinkerer could sell.
[E] On the years the same still [B] lots me die [Gb] years before.
_ I has been [G] in the family a hundred years or more.
[G] _ Well, I [Abm] sold my [N] ponchini from dairy to corn.
From Donegal to Dublin and around my me old.
_ Through the thirty-two counties _ I'm free to [Am] roam.
[G] The ponchini I'm living on [Abm] the roadside my [Gb] home.
Well, I married a tinkerer _ according so fair. _
For her father [F] and the mother were [G] tinkerers from Clare.
_ [Gb] And to have me some was my father's [F] dream.
I will love teaching him how to [Am] make the [D] ponchini.
I will teach him the [Eb] trade of [F] the tinkerer ponchini.
_ [Gb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] I will teach him the
[Abm] [F] A tinkerer I've lived and a [D]
tinkerer [Ab] I've died.
_ _ [N] No, don't get me wrong, [G] I carry no [Eb] shame.
The [E] Lord made me [D] a tinkerer and [G] I've brought on my name.
_ [F] Well, my father [Ab] brewed ponchini on the [Gb] same brew of grain.
When [Bb] I [Ab] was twelve [G] to me he did say, _
Well, son, [D] you're a bitch, [Ab] I'm just born to [Gb] be seen.
This time Lord I taught [Eb] you how to make the ponchini.
Well, [G] he taught me [D] the trade and [Eb] I learned well.
[B] I made the _ [Bb]
finest ponchini [G] any [F] tinkerer could sell.
[E] On the years the same still [B] lots me die [Gb] years before.
_ I has been [G] in the family a hundred years or more.
[G] _ Well, I [Abm] sold my [N] ponchini from dairy to corn.
From Donegal to Dublin and around my me old.
_ Through the thirty-two counties _ I'm free to [Am] roam.
[G] The ponchini I'm living on [Abm] the roadside my [Gb] home.
Well, I married a tinkerer _ according so fair. _
For her father [F] and the mother were [G] tinkerers from Clare.
_ [Gb] And to have me some was my father's [F] dream.
I will love teaching him how to [Am] make the [D] ponchini.
I will teach him the [Eb] trade of [F] the tinkerer ponchini.
_ [Gb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] I will teach him the