Crooked Jack

[Em]come Irish men both y[G]oung and [D]old

   with [Em]adventure in your [D]soul

   [Em]there are better ways to [G]spend your [D]days

   [Em]than tiolen [D]down a [Em]hole

   (chorus)

    I was [G]tall and true all of [D]six foot two

    till they [Em]broke me [D]across the[Em] back

    [Em]By a name I'm known it's [G]not my [D]own

    they [Em]call me [D]crooked [Em]jack

   (second verse)

    [Em]the blue eyed gangers [G]pet was [D]I

    Big [Em]Jack could do no [D]wrong

    [Em]the reason simply [G]was [D]because

    I could [Em]work hard [D]hours and [Em]long

    (chorus)

     (third verse)

    I've seen men old before their time
    their faces dark and gray
    I never thought that I myself
    Would soon be the self same way

    (Chorus)
    (third verse)

    I cursed the day I went away
    To work on those Hydro dams
    for sweat and tears or hope and fear
    bound up a shuddering jams

    (chorus)
    (final verse)

     they say that honest toil is good
     for the body and the soul
     but I tell you boys it's blood and sweat
     that they want you down a hole.