Band: Dropkick Murphys Song: Finnegan's Wake Album: Do or Die Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com Intro Verse: (clean) B Ab Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman - Mighty odd E He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, B F# To rise in the world, he carried a hod, B You see he'd sort of a Trippling way: Ab With love for a liquor poor Tim was born, E To help him on with his work each day, B F# B He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'... Intro Riff: e--------------------------------------------------| B--------------------------------------------------| G--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4 D--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--| A--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--| E--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------| (the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords) Verse 1: (ring out chords) B Ab One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake, E Fell from the ladder and broke his skull, B F# So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake B Ab Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed, E B F# A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head Chorus: B Ab And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner, E B F# Welt the floor, your trotters shake B Ab Wasn't it the truth I told E B F# Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Verse 2: (ring out) B Ab His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch E B F# First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch B Ab Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see E B F# Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee Chorus x1 Break: B E F# B Whoah,oh,oooh x2 Verse 3: B Ab Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure E B F# Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor B Ab Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man E B E Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began B Ab Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him, E F# It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, B Ab Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed E F# Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?" Chorus x2 That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me: oddmenout4@theoddmenmout.com