The Hills Of South Armagh

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    G                     Em
The crowded streets of Brooklyn
       C                 D
Seem a long way from my home
G                 Em
People rushing onwards
  C                  D
Going to and coming from
G                     Em
You bid them time of day and
     C              D
They look the other way
     G                     Em
And so you end up just like them
     C          D
And talk to no one

G                              Em
Where the grass is fresh and green,
           C                 D
Where the air is pure and clean,
           G             Em       C          D
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
G                        Em
Although I’ve travelled far
     C              D
The hills of south Armagh
         G                Em        C    D
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

G                  Em
The view from my apartment
     C               D
Is a junkie’s alley way
G                    Em
My children speak in accents
C        D
Not like mine
G                        Em
My old man’s working two jobs
          C                  D
We don’t see him much these days
G
Oh, we’d be happy
       C           D
If we only had the time

G                              Em
Where the grass is fresh and green,
           C                 D
Where the air is pure and clean,
           G             Em       C          D
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
G                        Em
Although I’ve travelled far
     C              D
The hills of south Armagh
         G                Em        C    D
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

G                        Em        C       D
I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
         G                    C            D
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
    G                            Em
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
    C                 D
To leave the ones you love
    G                             Em        C        D
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way

G                              Em
Where the grass is fresh and green,
           C                 D
Where the air is pure and clean,
           G             Em       C          D
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
G                        Em
Although I’ve travelled far
     C              D
The hills of south Armagh
         G                Em        C    D
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

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