If I Get An Encore

D
If I get an encore,
                         A
I go home feeling like a king
      E
Oh, I love to hear the bell rung,
I love to hear the fiddle,
    D                              A
but most of all I love to hear you sing.

A
When I first heard Tommy Makem
A
and the Clancy's my future it was sealed
                                                                  E
I was bitten by the ballad bug and since then the wound has never healed
       D                                                              A
When I got my first guitar my fingers bled until I learned a chord or two
         Bm
I pulled on my aran sweater,
        E
wrote my Ma a goodbye letter
                                      A
And started throwing shapes in O'Donoghue's

D
If I got an encore
                          A
Id go home feeling like a king
     E
Oh I love to here the bell rung
and shane b on the mandalin
    D                              A
But most of all I love to hear you sing

A
I played cabaret in Bundoran,
A
marquees for Father Horan
A
And I once stood in for Johnny McEvoy
A
From Berlin to San Francisco
A
I've gone on before the disco
                                E
Of the four green fields of Athenry
         D
From the rising sun in browns town
                            A
To the blue lagoon in slago town
         D
A balle murphy and the bug side
         E                       A
About an emote and once n balmus slow

D
If I get an encore
                         A
I go home feeling like a king
     E
Oh I love to hear the banjo
            D                      A
but most of all I love it when you sing

A
oh I never met bob Dylan
A
but I sang with the picker don
and when we drank lockerendry
                                      E
me and pecker we went looking for lockdown
     D
one winters night in London up around Wilson junction
                            A
oh, me heart it filled with joy
         E
twas the night that Maggie berry
                                           A
she called me up to sing the wild colonial boy

 A                 Bm
there was a wild colonial boy
     E              A
jack govern was his name
                        E            D                  A                         E
he was born and bred in Ireland in a place called castle lane he was his father’s only son
    D                A
his mother’s pride n joy
                   D                 E             A
and der e dent his parents loved the wild colonial boy

D
 if I get an encore
                         A
I go home feeling like a king
     E
Oh I love to hear the bell rung
    D                              A
But most of all I love to hear you sing

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