The Pogues - Bottle Of Smoke guitar tab

***BOTTLE OF SMOKE - by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer

from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"

Bottle Of Smoke - as perfomed by The Pogues

Intro:

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C

Thanks and praises

F C

Thanks to Jesus

F C

I bet on the Bottle of Smoke

C

I went to hell

F C

And to the races

F C

To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

F

The day being clear

C

The sky being bright

F G

He came up on the left

C

Like a streak of light

C

Like a drunken fuck

F C

On a Saturday night

F C

Up came the Bottle of Smoke

F C

Twenty fucking five to one

C F

Me gambling days are done

F C

I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke

F G C

And my horse won

Am G Am G Am over instrumental part

Stewards inquiries

Swift and fiery

I had the Bottle of Smoke

Inquisitions and suppositions

I had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the stewards

A trip to Lourdes

Might give the old fuckers

The power of sight

Screaming springers and stoppers

And call out coppers

But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

Am G Am G Am over instrumental part

Am Am C G Am G Am over other instrumental part

Am G Am G Am over instrumental part

Bookies cursing

Cars reversing

I had the Bottle of Smoke

Glasses steaming

Vessels bursting

I had the Bottle of Smoke

Slip a fifty to the wife

And for each brat a crisp new five

To give me a break on a Saturday night

When I had the Bottle of Smoke

Priests and maidens

Drunk as pagans

They had the Bottle of Smoke

Sins forgiven and celebrations

They had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the Yanks

And drink their wives

The moon is clear

The sky is bright

I'm happy as the horses shite

Up came the Bottle of Smoke