Band: Dropkick Murphys Song: Finnegan's Wake Album: Do or Die Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com Intro Verse: (clean) B G# 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: G# 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 G# 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 G# 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 G# And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner, e B f# Welt the floor, your trotters shake B G# Wasn't it the truth I told e B f# Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Verse 2: (ring out) B G# 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 G# 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 G# 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 G# 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 G# 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 G# 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