Исполнитель: | Jam Night (English) |
Пользователь: | 450tachel |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | По-умолчанию |
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Whiskey on a Sunday Irish Rovers
Intro A Ab G F#
F# B E A A Ab F#
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
A B
He sits on the corner, of 'ol beggars bush,
E A
On top of an old packing crate
B
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
E A A Ab G F
And he croons with a smile on his face
Chorus
F# B E A A Ab F#
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
A B
His tired old hands, tug away at the strings
E A
And the puppets they dance up and down
B
A far better show than you ever would see
E A A Ab G F#
In the fanciest theatre in town
Chorus:
F# B E A A Ab F#
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
A B
I'm sad to relate that old Seth Davy died,
E A
In Nineteen Hundred and Four
B
The three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
E A A Ab G F#
His song will be heard nevermore
Chorus:
F# B E A A Ab F#
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
B
And some stormy night, when your passing that way
E A
And the wind's blowing up from the sea
B
You'll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
E A A Ab G F#
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
Chorus:
F# B E A A Ab F#
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A A Ab F#
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday
F# B E A A Ab F#
Come day go day, wishing in me heart it was Sunday
F# B E A A Ab F#
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week, Whiskey on a Sunday