Smoke And Strong Whiskey

[(intro ]2x) C G C G D G Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers C G whose husbands and fathers alike D C drink black beer in the same public houses C D G C G smelling of smoke and strong whiskey. D G Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes, C G lectures from priests, living in hope D C that they've not mistaken the brand of their coats, C D G C G paid for by their spiritual teachings. D G A busy year this, the streets running red, C G how many sent to their nuptial bed. D C And how many sent home to a winter of graves, C D G C G and how many wait in for the slaughter. G D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see. G D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be. ( Em Am Em Am ) D G It's Easter again, and we cannot forget C G our brothers and sisters and all that was said. D C So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet, C D G C G for the eyes of the world are upon you. D G God in his mercy has given us men C G to lead us to peace, but they can't bring an end D C to the profits that pay off the lease on the land, C D G C G we still send them over the water. D G Seventeen years, Kelly is a man, C G who stands on the street with a gun in his hand. D C He's protecting the pipers that play in the band, C D G while the enemy waits with an army. G D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see. Em D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be. ( Em Am Em Am ) D G Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire, C G dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss D C of the green and the blue while the media feeds C D G C G on the blood and the pain and the hatred. D G Father walks home on a colourless night, C G and the organisation has blinded his sight, D G His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight, C D in the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary. Em D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see. G D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be. Em D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see. G D Oh, oh, the holy ground, C Am D faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.