Johns Song

[Verso 1] D D/F# Gadd9 I was working in Heuston Station, like my da and his before him D D/F# Aadd11 Trying to pass the time before the bell D D/F# Gadd9 When a poor hand and a bad joke sent me down to the Phoenix Park D Aadd11 D To join the Royal Dublin Fusiliers [Refrão] Gadd9 D Aadd11 Do the boys still run down to see me when they hear the whistle blow? Gadd9 D Aadd11 Does my sister still resent me now that I must wear a rose? Gadd9 Bm7 Well, I hope that this letter will find you in good health Aadd11 D With all my love, your fond son John [Verso 2] D D/F# Gadd9 Well, my da pulled into the station, so I went to meet him there D D/F# Aadd11 Told him to thank you for the cigarettes and a cake D D/F# Gadd9 I was downhearted when he pulled out, and again I said goodbye D Aadd11 D And I headed back with the old youghal road [Refrão] Gadd9 D Aadd11 Do the boys still run down to see me when they hear the whistle blow? Gadd9 D Aadd11 Does my sister still resent me now that I must wear a rose? Gadd9 Bm7 Well, I'm headed for northern France to a river they call the Somme Aadd11 D With all my love, your fond son John Instrumental: | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | |=========|=========|=========|=========| | D | D/F# | Gadd9 | Gadd9 | | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | |=========|=========|=========|=========| | D | D/F# | Aadd11 | Aadd11 | | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | |=========|=========|=========|=========| | D | D/F# | Gadd9 | Gadd9 | | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | 1 2 3 4 | |=========|=========|=========|=========| | D | Aadd11 | D | D | [Verso 3] D D/F# Gadd9 Oh my son, I got your letters, I'm glad that you are well D D/F# Aadd11 I miss you every night and every day D D/F# Gadd9 And I wanted to send some money but times at home are hard D Aadd11 D It's so quiet along the Liffey without you here [Refrão] Gadd9 D Aadd11 And yes, the boys still run down to see you when they hear the whistle blow Gadd9 D Aadd11 And your sister did forgive you for she knows you did not go Gadd9 Bm7 Mind yourself a holy home and have your dinner alone Aadd11 D With all my love, fond son John [Verso 4] D D/F# Gadd9 John he never came home, he died at twenty-one D D/F# Aadd11 They couldn't find his body in the mud D D/F# Gadd9 But there's a headstone up in Thiepval, inscribed as Private Gannon D Aadd11 Gadd9 D/F# Em7 D Son of Hugh and Ellen of Inchicore