The Pogues - Lorca's Novena

      
 
 ***Lorca's Novena - by Shane MacGowan
 
 Lorca's Novena - as performed by The Pogues
 
 Intro; E (bass plays E E EF EF riff each bar)
 
 E                            
 Ignacio lay dying in the sand
 
 A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
 Am                                      
 An' the women wept to see their hero die
 G                                          
 And the big black birds gathered in the sky
 Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
 Intercede with him tonight
            D     G      
 For all of our tomorrows
 The years went by and then the killers came
 And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
 And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
 Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
 Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
 Intercede with him tonight
 For all of our tomorrows
 Solo guitar over E
 
 The killers came to mutilate the dead
 But ran away in terror to search the town instead
 But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied just walked away
 And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
 Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
 Intercede with him tonight
 For all of our tomorrows
 
 Gob-iron solo over G
 
 End on E
 
 ***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman
 
 Intro ||:E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F:||
 
 E F E F E |F E F ||
 Ignacio lay dying in the sand
 E F E F E |F E F ||
 A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
     Am        C                  Am 
 The women wept to see their hero die
 G C G C G |G C|G C||
 And the big black birds gathered in the sky
 
 G                 C    G                 C      
 Mother of all our joys mother of all our sorrows
 G    C         G     C    
 Intercede with him tonight
     G      D   G        
 For all of our tomorrows
 
 Inst 1 |G C|G C||
 
 The years went by and then the killers came
 And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
 And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
 Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
 
 Chorus 2
 
 Inst 2 |E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F||
 
 The killers came to mutilate the dead
 But ran away in terror to search the town instead
 But Lorca's corpse as he had prophesied just walked away
 And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
 
 Chorus 3
 
 Outro ||:G C|G C|G C|G C|G C|G C|G C|G C|G C|G C:||
 ||:E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F|E F:||
 
 Repeat To Fade