Cifras
Bottle Of Buckie

Tono: G

Introducción:

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 E 
Play the riff 3 times and then

 Em                                                             C 
Nine years down the road and I remember it still,
 G                                                         Em 
Standing on the corner back in Govanhill -
 Em                                               C 
Nine days out from home, feeling no pain,
 G                                                           Em 
The northern city sun breaking through the rain 
 Em                                                   C           G 
That warmthless sun barely shinin' on
Me and yooooouuuu and a bottle of Buckie
 Em                                                               C 
Nine years come and gone since I left you at home
                     G                                                       Em 
And this restless soul of mine has me startin' to roam,
 Em                                                                 C 
But the first time I stood by the banks of the Clyde,
               G                                                       Em 
I was so glad to have you standing back by my side.
 Em                                               C         G 
So proud of what we were doing, oh
Me and yooooouuuu and a bottle of Buckie
               C                                               G 
Well I knew by the dew in your starry eyes,
                       Em                                                           C 
It was the day we both had studied for for all of our lives,
                   C                                             G 
Whether bold missionaries, or a Children's Crusade,
 Em                                                 C 
No fear, pioneers, we were on our way,
                       C                                                       G 
And there never were nothin' that could get in our way (oh!)
Tin whistle solo at 1:32

                   Em                                                                   C 
Then the Neds with their knuckles and their Burberry scarves,
                         G                                                   Em 
They said, "How'd you Jersey boys ever make it this far?"
                   Em                                                     C 
But you jumped in between and said, "Listen, my son:"
                 G 
Said, "You don't know nothin' about-a where we're from,
 Em                                                                        G 
You don't know nothin' about-a why it's now

 A 
Three times I've been back in my wandering ways.
Last time it was July, during Marching Days,