[Capo on II]

G (320003@1)              G/B (143121@7)        Em (022000@1)           COh (x32010@1)my name is Michael Conway, in old Ireland I was born
        G (320003@1)             G/B (143121@7)       C (x32010@1)            DNear (xx0232@1)the lake of Cloonacolly on a bright summer's morn
     G (320003@1)            C (x32010@1)         G/B (143121@7)                    CBut (x32010@1)soon came cruel winter to break and scatter my poor home
   G (320003@1)         C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1)          GSoon (320003@1)came the harsh day that forced me to roam.

G (320003@1)                G/B (143121@7)          Em (022000@1)             CWell (x32010@1)I reached old Philadelphia in the brave land of the free
        G (320003@1)               G/B (143121@7)              C (x32010@1)             DWhere (xx0232@1)I met with my two brothers; There was Pat, James, and me
       G (320003@1)               C (x32010@1)             G/B (143121@7)             CWe (x32010@1)were destined for the rich land fate owes us all from birth
         G (320003@1)             C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1)            GWe (320003@1)were bound for Butte, Montana, the richest hill on earth

C (x32010@1)                 C (x32010@1)           G (320003@1)             GWhere (320003@1)their pockets they bulge heavy, when copper's running high
          C (x32010@1)                C (x32010@1)               Em (022000@1)     DWhere (xx0232@1)the hill rewards her brave sons, it's fortune or die
           G (320003@1)              G/B (143121@7)           Em (022000@1)            CWhere (x32010@1)they tread on silver dollars on the crowded barroom floor
            G (320003@1)               C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)          D (xx0232@1)            GWhile (320003@1)they strip the granite mountain of her precious copper ore.

G (320003@1)                   G/B (143121@7)                 Em (022000@1)                   
Well we leaped down off that steam train, and stepped out into the yellow 
  Cmist (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)                G/B (143121@7)              C (x32010@1)            DWith (xx0232@1)holes still in our hearts then, and a fight in either fist
        G (320003@1)       C (x32010@1)                    G/B (143121@7)         CNo (x32010@1)kind face to lead us up to where the dirty smelter spat
         G (320003@1)                   CG         D (xx0232@1)         GAnd (320003@1)it's there I took to hard labor as a Butte mining rat

C (x32010@1)                C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)            GWhere (320003@1)we trade the hours of daylight for the smell of copper ore,
           C (x32010@1)              C (x32010@1)            Em (022000@1)         DWhere (xx0232@1)it's whiskey and the cow pats to cure our copper sores
       G (320003@1)              G/B (143121@7)             Em (022000@1)          CWhere (x32010@1)half the town it labors while the other half it sleeps
      G (320003@1)               C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)     D (xx0232@1)           GWhere (320003@1)upon the granite mountain, a mile high and deep.

[Break--same as chorus]

G (320003@1)               G/B (143121@7)         Em (022000@1)           COh (x32010@1)they know me down in Dogtown, bare knuckle I would go
     G (320003@1)                    G/B (143121@7)           C (x32010@1)           DFor (xx0232@1)there's not a man could best me while standing toe to toe
       G (320003@1)                 C (x32010@1)           G/B (143121@7)                    CBut (x32010@1)I defied the crooked sheriff, for I wouldn't throw his fight away
     G (320003@1)                      C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)      D (xx0232@1)             GHe (320003@1)should have laid it on at 5 to 2, and backed the bold Conway

G (320003@1)           G/B (143121@7)              Em (022000@1)                    CI (x32010@1)was lifted in Con Peoples, with the beer and music flowing free
        G (320003@1)                 G/B (143121@7)             C (x32010@1)       DWhere (xx0232@1)my brothers had just left me, Oh bad fortune for me
       G (320003@1)              C (x32010@1)            G/B (143121@7)                   CDragged (x32010@1)out by crooked cowards, their batons knocked me off my feet
       G (320003@1)           C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)          D (xx0232@1)         GAnd (320003@1)they left me to die there, like a dog in the street.

C (x32010@1)        C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)            GFar (320003@1)from the Anaconda, the mine with seven stacks
     C (x32010@1)            C (x32010@1)         Em (022000@1)                 DFar (xx0232@1)from the ashen faces of young men with crooked backs
     G (320003@1)          G/B (143121@7)                  Em (022000@1)                CFar (x32010@1)from the granite mountain and the dusty grave in which I lie
   G (320003@1)             C (x32010@1)G (320003@1)            D (xx0232@1)        GMy (320003@1)spirit chases starlings 'round a clear Mayo sky.

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