Em GWell, there were guns and drums and drums and guns, haroo, haroo!Em G DThere were guns and drums and drums and guns, haroo, haroo!G DThere was Kathy there alone, I fear,C EmWhen her brother went out to slay ya.G D C D EmDarlin' dear, you look so queer, for Johnny we hardly knew ya.Em GOn the first of March, he took his gun, haroo, haroo!Em G DOn the first of March, he tracked ya down, haroo, haroo!G DHe fired the shot, ya bit the dust,C EmPoor Kathy she cried a victim of lust.G D C D EmDarlin' dear, you look so queer, for Kathy she hardly knew ya.EmWell, hey there Johnny, now how ya been?DI seen ya hangin' 'round.AmYou're lookin' mighty pale,EmAnd then your eyes cast on the ground.Em DWell, hey there Johnny, how ya been?C EmI heard a young man boast.Em CHe shot ya down one mornin',C D EmAnd your now Johnny's ghost.EmWell, hey there, Johnny, we loved ya, boy,DBut you've been playin' 'round.AmYou brought the wrath of the husbands,EmThe wives you spun around.Em DWell, hey there, Johnny, you weren't so bad,C EmCould make you into two.Em CTo dance a jig with Johnny,C D EmThat's all they asked of you.GTooraloora Tooralai,DYou brought the husbands scorn.You had the lovers over nightEmAnd disappeared at dawn.C GTooraloora Tooralai,DA drink and here's a toast:G CHere's to drunken Irishmen,C D EmAnd here's to Johnny's ghost.EmWell, hey there, Johnny, your momma cried,DI hear your messin' 'round.AmYou left poor Kathy pregnant,EmAnd ran for higher ground.Em DNow Kathy's older brother gotC EmThe first gun he could find.Em CHe tracked ya down one mornin'C D EmWith murder on his mind.GTooraloora Tooralai,DOh, Kathy, she did mourn.She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,EmThe babes 'bout to be born.C GTooraloora Tooralai,DA drink and here's a toast:G CHere's to drunken Irishmen,C D EmAnd here's to Johnny's ghost.Em Em Em C D Em Em C Em C DEm D Am Em Em D C Em Em C C D EmGTooraloora Tooralai,DOh, Kathy, she did mourn.She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,EmThe babes 'bout to be born.C GTooraloora Tooralai,DA drink and here's a toast:G CHere's to drunken Irishmen,C D EmAnd here's to Johnny's ghost.NCWell, it was early that mornin'When Kathy's brother stepped in the street.Johnny just stood there waiting,Starin' at his feet.Then in his mind he said a prayer,Cried Kathleen as he fell,And the message on his tombstone reads,"He took that bullet well."GTooraloora Tooralai,DI'd sooner hear the sound,And here's to Kathy's brother,EmWho put ya in the ground.C GTooraloora Tooralai,DA drink and here's a toast:G CHere's to drunken Irishmen,C D EmAnd here's to Johnny's ghost.2x:G CHere's to drunken Irishmen,C D EmAnd here's to Johnny's ghost.
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