Dixieland

[D]   [G]   [D]   [Bm]   [A]    [D]

[D]I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man and I come from County C[G]lare
And the Brits would hang me for a F[D]enian so I took me leave of t[Bm]here
And I cr[D]ossed the ocean in the "Arrianne", the vilest tub a[G]float
And the captain's brother was a railroad m[D]an and he met us at the [Bm]boat
So I [A]joined up with the 20th Maine l[G]ike I said my friend I'm a fighting [A]man
And we're [D]marchin' s[Em]outh in the po[F#m]uring ra[G]in
We're [A]all goin' down to [D]Dixieland

[D]I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine and we fight for Chamber[G]lain
'Cause he stood right with us when the J[D]ohnnies came like a banshee on the [Bm]wind
In the s[D]moke smeared hell of Gettysburg many a mother [G]wept
For many a good boy d[D]ied there, sure, and the air smelt just like [Bm]death
I a[A]m the Kilrain of the 20th Maine and I [G]marched to hell and back a[A]gain
For [D]Colonel [Em]Joshua [F#m]Chamber[G]lain -
we're [A]all goin' down to [G]Dixieland

I [D]am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine and I damn all gentle[G]men
Whose only worth is their father's [D]name and the sweat of a workin' [Bm]man
Well we [D]come from the farms and the city streets and a hundred foreign [G]lands
And we spilled our blood in the battle's h[D]eat Now we're all [Bm]Americans
I a[A]m the Kilrain of the 20th Maine did I [G]tell you friend I'm a fightin' [A]man
And I'll [D]not be [Em]back this [F#m]way ag[G]ain,
'cause we're [A]all goin' down to D[G]ixieland