The Pogues

The Pogues

Sickbed of Cuchulainn
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Mc(C)Cormack and Richard (Dm) Tauber Are (C) singing by the (Dm) bed. There's a (C) glass of punch be(Dm)low your feet And an (F) angel at your (C) head. There's (C) devils on each (Dm) side of you With (C) bottles in their (Dm) hands. You need (C) one more drop of (Dm) poison And you'll (Am) dream of foreign (Am) lands. When you (F) pissed yourself in (Bb) Frankfurt And got (C) syph down in Co(F)logne And you (F) heard the rattling (Bb) death trains As you (C) lay there all a(F)lone, Frank (F) Ryan brought you (C) whiskey In a (Bb) brothel in Ma(C)drid And you (Bb) decked some fucking (Bb) blackshirt Who was (C) cursing all the (C) Yids. At the (F) sick bed of Cu(F)chulainn We'll (Bb) kneel and say a (F) prayer And the (Bb) ghosts are rattling (F) at the door And the (C) devil's in the (F) chair. F F Bb F And (F) in the Euston (Bb) Tavern You (C) screamed it was your (F) shout But they (F) wouldn't give you (Bb) service So you (C) kicked the windows (F) out. They (F) took you out in(C)to the street And (Bb) kicked you in the (C) brains, So you (Bb) walked back in through a (Bb) bolted door And (C) did it all a(C)gain. At the (F) sick bed of Cu(F)chulainn We'll (Bb) kneel and say a (F) prayer And the (Bb) ghosts are rattling (F) at the door And the (C) devil's in the (F) chair. F Bb C
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C You re(C)member that foul (Dm) evening When you (C) heard the banshees (Dm) howl, There was (C) lazy drunken (Dm) bastards Singing (F) 'Billy is in the (C) bowl.' They (C) took you up to (Dm) midnight mass And (C) left you in the (Dm) lurch So you (C) dropped a button (Dm) in the plate And (Am) spewed up in the (Am) church. Now you'll (F) sing a song of (Bb) liberty For (C) blacks and paks and (F) jocks And they'll (F) take you from this (Bb) dump you're in And (C) stick you in a (F) box. Then they'll (F) take you to Clough(C)prior And (Bb) shove you in the (C) ground But you'll (Bb) stick your head back (Bb) out and shout, "We'll (C) have another (C) round." At the (F) graveside of Cu(F)chulainn We'll (Bb) kneel around and (F) pray And (Bb) God is in His (F) heaven, And (C) Billy's down by the (F) bay. F Bb C
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