Band: Street Dogs
Song: Savin Hill
Album: Savin Hill
Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com
The Street Dogs are a great street-punk/ rock'n'roll band, formed by the former lead
singer of the Dropkick Murphys, Mike McColgan
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Intro:
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G--4--|
D--4--| a bunch of times
A--2--|
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Verse 1:
C# F#
Savin Hill my starting point, down the beach with a few beers
C#
Didn't know what life had in for us
C# F#
Starting out at St. Margarets, up there on that lonely hill
C#
I got my start in 1970
C#* F#*
Moved on down to Motley school, down to St. Willies from there
C#*
The catholic golden rule got hooks in me
C#*
Sister Robad, Ms. Coughlin, the teachers and their authority
F#* C#
I put my fists up to them at every turn
Chorus:
F# G# F# G#
Savin Hill it was my start, beginning of a lifetime,
F# G# C#
I still remember those days clearly
F# G# F# G#
Cannot forget my roots, or when it really started,
F# G# C#
Savin Hill down by the beach
Verse 2:
C#* F#*
Grades on to eight were nuts, hi-jinx, stunts and pranks pulled out
C#*
Me and my cousin Bill, the terrible two
C#*
Danny, Joey, Robby, John, Saxon and Victoria
F#* C#*
Many a long neck bottle cracked down there
Chorus 2:
F# G# F# G#
Savin Hill it was my start, from the courts back to the park
F# G# C#
The weekend time seemed so **** free
F# G# F# G#
If you had my back, I took yours, our obligatory creed
F# G# C#
Savin Hill down by the beach
Interlude:
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[ Tab from: https://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/s/street_dogs/savin_hill_tab.html ]
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G--10--10-10-10--10-10-10--10-10-10--10-10--11-11-11-11--| all x2
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Bridge:
(Interlude)
Do you remember the tennis courts?
The bungalow or Harpo's bench
(Interlude)
Do you remember jumping that bridge?
The risks we took and our chances?
C#,F#,B,C# x2
Solo:
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Verse 3:
C# F#
The later years brought on alcohol nights
B C#
Coupled with petty arguments and barroom fights
C# F#
We never broke apart, and we stood our ground
B C#
If a cohort was lost, he was found
C# F#
If things got hot, Dorchester stayed cool
B C#
No other townies came toward us fools
C# F#
Savin Hill down by the beach
B C#
It's these memories I'll go preach (these lines x2- solo played after first)
C# F# B C#
Savin Hill is where it all began
That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:
oddmenout4@yahoo.com
