'til The Bottle Strikes Me Dead

Intro Am  E  G   
      Am  E  Am 


[Verso 1]


     Am 
I've travelled around many places 
      F                         C 
These eyes have seen stories to tell 
  Dm                        Am 
I sang with the best, and I drank with the rest 
           Dm                 E 
I've known heaven, l've known hell 

          Am 
There are enemies I choose to remember 
    F                     C 
And friends I'd rather forget 
           Dm                 Am 
I've known Rebels, I've known Sinners 
         Dm       E        Am     G 
Felt the joy, and sigh for regret 



[Refrão]

            C      F        C 
But I'm not over, 'till its over 
     C            C      B Am 
And not 'till the ferryman sings 
        F                   C 
There's time for a few more verses 
       Dm              G 
About captains and the kings 
    C        F             C 
So pour me a fine last of crapper 
     C            C     B  Am 
Each drop puts my body to rest 
            F               C 
But I'm not over, 'till its over 
         F      G          C    G 
And this bottle strikes me dead 


[Verso 2]


Am 
So I bid farewell to Old Derry 
    F                         C 
The land of the brave and the free 
  Dm                         Am 
I wish I could fight hundred years by your side 
        Dm                     E 
But the Fiddler is waiting for me 
  Am 
A toast for the hearts that I've wasted 
    F                           C 
And those who stayed pierced on me 
    Dm                        Am 
My smile will remain with the girls and the waves 
           Dm       E        Am   G 
For that's why that Im still here 

 

[Refrão]

            C      F        C 
But I'm not over, 'till its over 
     C            C      B Am 
And not 'till the ferryman sings 
        F                   C 
There's time for a few more verses 
       Dm              G 
About captains and the kings 
    C        F             C 
So pour me a fine last of crapper 
     C            C     B  Am 
Each drop puts my body to rest 
            F               C 
But I'm not over, 'till its over 
         F      G          C    G 
And this bottle strikes me dead 

            C      F        C 
But I'm not over, 'till its over 
     C            C      B Am 
And not 'till the ferryman sings 
        F                   C 
There's time for a few more verses 
       Dm              G 
About captains and the kings 
    C        F             C 
So pour me a fine last of crapper 
     C            C     B  Am 
Each drop puts my body to rest 
            F               C 
But I'm not over, 'till its over 
         F      G          C    G 
And this bottle strikes me dead