Band: Dropkick Murphys
Song: Finnegan's Wake
Album: Do or Die
Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com
Intro Verse: (clean)
B G#
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
e
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
B f#
To rise in the world, he carried a hod,
B
You see he'd sort of a Trippling way:
G#
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
e
To help him on with his work each day,
B f# B
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'...
Intro Riff:
e--------------------------------------------------|
B--------------------------------------------------|
G--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4
D--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--|
A--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--|
E--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------|
(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)
Verse 1: (ring out chords)
B G#
One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake,
e
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
B f#
So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake
B G#
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed,
e B f#
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head
[ Tab from: https://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/d/dropkick_murphys/finnegans_wake_crd.html ]
Chorus:
B G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
e B f#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
e B f#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Verse 2: (ring out)
B G#
His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
e B f#
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
B G#
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see
e B f#
Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee
Chorus x1
Break:
B e f# B
Whoah,oh,oooh x2
Verse 3:
B G#
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
e B f#
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
B G#
Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man
e B e
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began
B G#
Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
e f#
It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim,
B G#
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
e f#
Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"
Chorus x2
That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:
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