Charlie Robison – John Oreilly chords

Chords
Transpose:
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			     John O'Reilly - Charlie Robison
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Tabbed by: DrHess84
Tuning: Standard

Capo II (Relative to capo)

D GMy name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields
D AIn the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels
D GMy arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
D A DAnd I used my fists for gambling on those wet Kilarny streets
D GWell the ship left for America and I took my pack aboard
D A Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear lord
D GBut I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
D A DWell I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well
Chorus:
DFair the well fair Dover
GFair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A DFor my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
D GWell I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
D AMy gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
D GWell they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
D A DAnd I left them all lyin' half in blood and half in shame
D GWell I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
D AAnd he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
D GWell I said it could be done but only for another two
D A DAnd he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
Chorus:
DFair the well fair dover
GFair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A DFor my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
D GWell they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
D AAnd I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
D GThen I let loose a right that they still talk about today
D A DFor that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
D GThey covered every dock and every port there on the coast
D ALooking for the double crosser who had turned into a ghost
D GBut I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
D A DAnd I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
Chorus: x2
DFair the well fair Dover
GFair the well your seasons turn
D Bm A DFor my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
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