Cifras
Smoke And Strong Whiskey

           D                                                         G 
        Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers
                       C                                         G 
        whose husbands and fathers alike
                                   D                                             C 
        drink black beer in the same public houses
             C                     D                             G           C  G 
        smelling of smoke and strong whiskey.
           D                                       G 
        Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes,
           C                                           G 
        lectures from priests, living in hope
                       D                                               C 
        that they've not mistaken the brand of their coats,
                     C                         D               G               C  G 
        paid for by their spiritual teachings.
               D                                           G 
        A busy year this, the streets running red,
           C                                           G 
        how many sent to their nuptial bed.
                             D                                   C 
        And how many sent home to a winter of graves,
                           C                 D                     G             C  G 
        and how many wait in for the slaughter.
   G                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                               Am                                                         D 
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
   G                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
   C                                           Am                                               D 
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.

                     D                                       G 
        It's Easter again, and we cannot forget
                     C                                           G 
        our brothers and sisters and all that was said.
                   D                                                   C 
        So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet,
                           C                     D                   G           C  G 
        for the eyes of the world are upon you.
           D                                       G 
        God in his mercy has given us men
                   C                                                 G 
        to lead us to peace, but they can't bring an end
                           D                                               C 
        to the profits that pay off the lease on the land,
                   C                         D                 G       C  G 
        we still send them over the water.
           D                               G 
        Seventeen years, Kelly is a man,
                     C                                                   G 
        who stands on the street with a gun in his hand.
                           D                                               C 
        He's protecting the pipers that play in the band,
                             C           D                         G 
        while the enemy waits with an army.
   G                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                               Am                                                         D 
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
 Em                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
   C                                           Am                                               D 
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.

           D                               G 
        Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire,
           C                               G 
        dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss
                           D                                                     C 
        of the green and the blue while the media feeds
                             C                     D                       G         C  G 
        on the blood and the pain and the hatred.
           D                                           G 
        Father walks home on a colourless night,
                           C                               G 
        and the organisation has blinded his sight,
                   D                                           G 
        His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight,
                         C                                             D 
        in the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary.
 Em                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                               Am                                                         D 
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
   G                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
   C                                           Am                                               D 
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
 Em                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                               Am                                                         D 
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
   G                     D 
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
   C                                           Am                                               D 
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.