Smoke And Strong Whiskey Chords & Lyrics - Christy Moore

[C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G]

K[D]ids wear white garters and s[G]mell like their mothers
Whose h[C]usbands and fathers al[G]ike
Drink black be[D]er in the same public h[C]ouses
S[C]melling of sm[D]oke and strong w[G]hiskey

[C] [G]

Ma[D]mmies and daddies and sk[G]ipping ropes
Lect[C]ures from priests, [G]living in hope
T[D]hey've not mistaken the br[C]and of their coats
Pa[C]id for by their sp[D]iritual t[G]eachings

[C] [G]

A b[D]usy year this, the str[G]eets running red
H[C]ow many sent to a n[G]uptial bed
And how m[D]any sent home to a w[C]inter of graves
And how m[C]any wait [D]in for the s[G]laughter

[C] [G]

[G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground
Ce[C]ud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s[D]ee
[G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground
The [C]far away hills ain't as green as they once used to b[D]e

[Em] [Am] [Em] [Am]

It's E[D]aster again and we c[G]annot forget
B[C]rothers and sisters and a[G]ll that was said
So pr[D]actice your pipes, stand pr[C]oud in the wet
But the e[C]yes of the w[D]orld are up[G]on you

[C] [G]

G[D]od in his mercy has g[G]iven us men
To l[C]ead us to peace but they c[G]an't bring an end
To the p[D]rofits that pay off the le[C]ase on the land
We st[C]ill send them [D]over the w[G]ater

[C] [G]

S[D]eventeen years and Ke[G]lly's a man
Who s[C]tands on the street with a g[G]un in his hand
He's Prot[D]ecting the pipers that p[C]lay in the band
While the e[C]nemy wa[D]its with an a[G]rmy

[G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground
[C]Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s[D]ee
[G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground
The f[C]ar away hills ain't as green as they once used to [D]be

[Em] [Am] [Em] [Am]

[D]Dia le hEireann, s[G]uckle the empire
[C]Dia le hEireann, s[G]uffer the loss
Of the gr[D]een to the blue while the [C]media feeds
On the bl[C]ood and the pa[D]in and the h[G]atred

[C] [G]

[D]Father walks home on the c[G]olourless night
And the o[C]rganisation has b[G]linded his sight
His w[D]ife and his kids are s[G]leeping tonight
In the a[C]rms of sweet Jesus and M[D]ary

[G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground
[C]Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s[D]ee
[G]Oh [C] the h[D]oly ground
The f[C]ar away hills ain't as green as they once used to [D]be

(Repeat to Fade)