10 acessos
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All that trouble all that grief
A E
That's why I had to leave
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Staying away too stong is in defeat
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Why I'm singing this song
A E
Why I'm heading back home
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That's what makes the Irish heart beat
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I'm just like a hobo riding a train
A E
I'm like a gangster living in Spain
Have to watch my back and I'm
E7 B7
running out of time
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When I roll the dice again
A E
If lady luck will call my name
E7 B7
That's what makes the Irish heart
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beat
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Well that's what makes it beat
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When I'm standing on the street
And I'm standing underneath this
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Wrigley's sign
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Oh so far away from home
A E
But I know I've got to roam
E7 B7
That's what makes the Irish heart
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beat
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And it was off to foreign climes
A E
On the Piccadilly line
We were standing underneath the
E7 B7
Wrigley's sign
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So far away from home
A E
Well I know I've got to roam
E7 B7
That' s what makes the Irish
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heart beat
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Just like a sailor out on the foam
A E
Any port in a storm
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Where we tend to burn the candle
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at both ends
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Down the corridors of fame
A E
Like the spark ignites the flame
E7 B7
That's what makes the Irish
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heart beat
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But I roll the dice again
A E
If lady luck will call my name
E7 B7
That s what makes the Irish
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heart beat
E7 B7
Oh, that's what makes the Irish
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heart beat
E7 B7
That's what makes the Irish
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heart beat