Smoke And Strong Whiskey
Christy MooreVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
Kids wear white garters and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes
Lectures from priests, living in hope
They've not mistaken the brand of their coats
Paid for by their spiritual teachings
A busy year this, the streets running red
How many sent to a nuptial bed
And how many sent home to a winter of graves
And how many wait in for the slaughter
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
It's Easter again and we cannot forget
Brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practice your pipes, stand proud in the wet
But the eyes of the world are upon you
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We still send them over the water
Seventeen years and Kelly's a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
He's Protecting the pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
Dia le hEireann, suckle the empire
Dia le hEireann, suffer the loss
Of the green to the blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on the colourless night
And the organisation has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary
Oh the holy ground
Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh the holy ground
The far away hills ain't as green as they once used to be
(Repeat to Fade)
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Readable chord sheet for Smoke And Strong Whiskey by Christy Moore
[C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] K[D]ids wear white garters and s[G]mell like their mothers Whose h[C]usbands and fathers al[G]ike Drink black be[D]er in the same public h[C]ouses S[C]melling of sm[D]oke and strong w[G]hiskey [C] [G] Ma[D]mmies and daddies and sk[G]ipping ropes Lect[C]ures from priests, [G]living in hope T[D]hey've not mistaken the br[C]and of their coats Pa[C]id for by their sp[D]iritual t[G]eachings [C] [G] A b[D]usy year this, the str[G]eets running red H[C]ow many sent to a n[G]uptial bed And how m[D]any sent home to a w[C]inter of graves And how m[C]any wait [D]in for the s[G]laughter [C] [G] [G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground Ce[C]ud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s[D]ee [G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground The [C]far away hills ain't as green as they once used to b[D]e [Em] [Am] [Em] [Am] It's E[D]aster again and we c[G]annot forget B[C]rothers and sisters and a[G]ll that was said So pr[D]actice your pipes, stand pr[C]oud in the wet But the e[C]yes of the w[D]orld are up[G]on you [C] [G] G[D]od in his mercy has g[G]iven us men To l[C]ead us to peace but they c[G]an't bring an end To the p[D]rofits that pay off the le[C]ase on the land We st[C]ill send them [D]over the w[G]ater [C] [G] S[D]eventeen years and Ke[G]lly's a man Who s[C]tands on the street with a g[G]un in his hand He's Prot[D]ecting the pipers that p[C]lay in the band While the e[C]nemy wa[D]its with an a[G]rmy [G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground [C]Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s[D]ee [G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground The f[C]ar away hills ain't as green as they once used to [D]be [Em] [Am] [Em] [Am] [D]Dia le hEireann, s[G]uckle the empire [C]Dia le hEireann, s[G]uffer the loss Of the gr[D]een to the blue while the [C]media feeds On the bl[C]ood and the pa[D]in and the h[G]atred [C] [G] [D]Father walks home on the c[G]olourless night And the o[C]rganisation has b[G]linded his sight His w[D]ife and his kids are s[G]leeping tonight In the a[C]rms of sweet Jesus and M[D]ary [G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground [C]Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s[D]ee [G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground The f[C]ar away hills ain't as green as they once used to [D]be (Repeat to Fade)