Charlie Robison - John O'reilly guitar chord

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D G

My name is John O'Reilly, and my father worked the fields

D A

in the hills of ol'Kilarney, where I helped him turn the wheels

D G

My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17

D A D

and I used my fists for gamblin' in those wet Kilarney streets

D G

Well, the ship left for America, and I took pack aboard

D A

Said farewell to my dear Ireland, said a prayer to my dear Lord

D G

I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they call Hell

D A D

I fought'em for their dollar and those guineas paid me well!

CHORUS:

D G

Fare the well,fair Dover,fare thee well your seasons turn

D Bm

for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return

A D

the day of my return...

Instrumental: D G D Bm A D

D G

Well,I fought in New York City, and I fought the Jersey shore

D A

My gut stayed full o' whiskey and my bed stayed full o' whores

D G

My right they called a cannonball, my left they called the same

D A D

and I left 'em all there lyin' half in blood and half in shame.

D G

I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand

D A

He offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man

D G

I said it could be done,but only for another two

D A D

He smiled at me and nodded as I tucked it in my shoe.

CHORUS:

D G

Fare the well,fair Dover,fare thee well your seasons turn

D Bm

for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return

A D

the day of my return...

Instrumental: D G D Bm A D

D G

Well they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose

D A

and I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed

D G

then I let lose a right that they still talk about today

D A D

for that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way.

D G

They colored ev'ry dock and every port from there on the coast

D A

lookin for the double-crosser that had turned into a ghost

D G

But I was on a train my friend, and rode the other way

D A D

I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day!

Chorus 2x