The Connemara Fox chords

[INTRO]
[E] [E7] [E6] x4

[VERSE 1]
[E]There's a man on the ru[E7]n [E6]

And he's never been caught
[E]He moves at the speed [E7] [E6]

Of the power of thought
And he carries the n[A]ews

In a gleam of his eye
That what you've been [E]told

Is a kind of a lie

[CHORUS]
His e[C]nemies number fallen priests
M[A]en of power and the crooked police
[G]Cynics from the skool of hard knocks
And a [A]motley crowd of mis-matched other old crocks
Who're never ever gonna [E7]catch

The Connemara Fox

[VERSE 2]
They chased him in [E]Cong
They missed him in [E]Maam
He was already gone[E]
Never giving a damn[E]
Wanted dead or a[A]live
Up the back of of Dog's [A]Bay
But by the time they ar[E]rived
He was leagues away[E]

[CHORUS]
In an o[C]yster bar playing dominoes
And the [A]only clues he left his foes
Were a [G]fistful of dust, a change of the locks
The word[A]s of a Kris Kristoffersen song, a pair of old socks
And graffiti saying[E] so long, suckers
Love, the Connemara[E] Fox

[VERSE 3]
He was in Bunnah[E]own
On the day of the f[E]air
When ship-like clou[E]ds
Sailed the summer a[E]ir
And a bodhran thump[A]ed
And a saxophone pla[A]yed
As the people jumpe[E]d
And danced at the s[E]ide of the bay

[CHORUS]
They sa[C]y he had long elegant fingers
And when[A] he was gone magic lingered
A bolt [G]of love that stopped the clocks
From the[A] village lane where the washing hung to the city blocks
The name on every t[E]ongue
Was the Connemara F[E]ox

[VERSE 4]
He left a diktat [E]
On the priest's win[E]dow sill
It said "Crough Paa[E]aatrick, Sonny
Is the paganest hil[E]l
In the whole lump of[A] Ireland
It shone with green[A] light
That's why they bur[E]ied its power
Under Christian rit[E]es

[CHORUS]
And tha[C]t bogus name to which it never belonged
That you[A] can't even rhyme in a spell or a song
You're [G]trying to put life back into the box"
And the [A]priest ran out with a scream in the night in his cap and frocks
He never even caugh[E]t sight
Of the Connemara Fo[E]x

[VERSE 5]
He'll be where there is [E]music
He'll be where there is [E]crack
He'll be howling the [E]blues
In the yard out [E]back
He'll be down in the [A]Claddagh
Playin' pitch and [A]toss
He says guilt's an imp[E]oster, baby
You been double-c[E]rossed

[CHORUS]
And jus[C]t when you think you've got him pegged
All you'[A]ll see are the backs of his legs
A shad[G]ow passing way over the rocks
A w[A]isp of hair, a ghostly snatch of the sound of a box
No one's ever gonna [E]catch
The Connemara F[E]ox

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