Danny Farrell
The Dubliners
D
(início)
D I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can. A7 In his hand me down's and welliers and sandwiches of bran, D G D But now this pavement peasent, is a full grown bitter man, D A7 D With all the trials and troubles, of his travelling people's clan
Chorus
D He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user, A7 A raider, a traitor, a people police hater, D So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier, A7 D Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
Verse 2
D I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the national school, A7 He was lousy at the Gaelic, we called him amadán, the fool D G D He was briliant at the toss school, or trading objects in the pawn A7 D By the time he was an adult all his charming ways were gone.
Verse 3
D I knew Danny Farrell when he queued up for the dole, D A7 And he tried to hide his loss of pride, that eats away the soul, D G D Mending pots and kettles, is a trade lost in the past. A7 D Theres no hand-outs here for tinkers was the answer when he asked.
Chorus
D He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user, A7 A raider, a traitor, a people police hater, D So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier, A7 D Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
Verse 4
D I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday, A7 Drinking methylated spirits, with some winos on the quay, D G D Now he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft, D A7 D And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left.
Chorus
D He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user, A7 A raider, a traitor, a people police hater, D So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier, A7 D Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
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