Whiskey On A Sunday
The Dubliners
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(início)
C Am Dm F G C Oh, he sits at the corner of Beggars Bush, astride of an old packing case, Am Dm F G And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing, as he crooned with a smile C on his face
Chorus
Am Dm G C Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday Am Dm G C Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
Verse
C Am Dm F His tired old hands from the wooden beam, G C And the puppets they danced up and down Am Dm F A far better show than you ever will see, G C In the fanciest theatre in town
Chorus
Am Dm G C Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday Am Dm G C Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
Verse
C Am Dm F In nineteen o two old Seth Davy died, G C His song, it was heard no more Am Dm F His three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown, G C And the plank went to mend the back door
Chorus
Am Dm G C Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday Am Dm G C Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
Verse
C Am Dm F On some stormy night if you're passing that way, G C With the wind blowing up from the sea Am Dm F You may still hear the song of old Seth Davy, G C As he croons to his dancing dolls three
Chorus
Am Dm G C Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday Am Dm G C Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday Am Dm G C Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
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