note of each chord
Then riff 2
note of each chord
Then repeat above.
Well who could blame me I was just a lad of Eighteen
years
Locking for adventure, I was heading for the sun
And I left the polytechnic, And left for the southern
hemisphere
Me Ma said not to drink to much. I knew that I'd
drink far too much
?Cause Dezzy Rielly wrote me And he told me it was so
much fun
The day that I got off the plane he met me there with
Frank McShane
They took me to the city and we stopped in for the one
And I saw a...
Chorus
Hurling stick from Derry And a door knocker from Cork
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
Up above the doorway De Valera smiling down
At a posters in the hallway of the pubs of Dublin Town
Riff 1 and Riff 2
Well who could blame me I could hold a tune and play a
bit
I'l only ever played in rock bands, but me accent it
was right
And we played the tunes, we sang the songs, and for
the first time in me life I fit
And I liked the girl behind the bar, she was out six
months from Mulengar
We'd all stop and have a jar, after work on Friday
night's
She told me that she loved this place, I leat across I
kissed her face
Me Irish heartbeat it did race, me Celtic head felt
light
Beneath the...
Chorus repeat
So who could blame me I was now a man of nineteen
years
And it was the first time I'd spent Christmas on me
own
Me Visa had expired and I'd began to like Australian
beer
And the cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
Made me long for Ireland and I booked me ticket home
I walked into the house in Dublin City asking about me
family history
The photos and the trinkets and the cap me Granda
owned
But then me ma looked at me in shock she said me boy
we sold the lot
To a pleasant man from Melbourne who called us on the
phone
Hurling stick from Derry and a door knocker from Cork
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
Up above the doorway De Valera had come down
And an ashtray that me Da? stole From a pub in Dublin
Town
She sold the Hurling stick from Derry and a door
knocker from Cork
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
