Well, there were gu Em ns and drums and drums and guns, h G aroo, haroo!
There were gu Em ns and drums and drums and guns, har G oo, har D oo!
There was K G athy there alo D ne, I fear,
When her br C other went out to s Em lay ya.
G Darlin' de D ar, you lo C ok so qu D eer, for J Em ohnny we hardly knew ya.
On the fi Em rst of March, he took his gun, h G aroo, haroo!
On the fi Em rst of March, he tracked ya down, har G oo, har D oo!
He fi G red the shot, ya b D it the dust,
Poor K C athy she cried a v Em ictim of lust.
G Darlin' d D ear, you l C ook so qu D eer, for K Em athy she hardly knew ya.
Well, h Em ey there Johnny, now how ya been?
I se D en ya hangin' 'round.
You're l Am ookin' mighty pale,
And then your e Em yes cast on the ground.
Well, h Em ey there Johnny, h D ow ya been?
I he C ard a young man b Em oast.
He sh Em ot ya down one m C ornin',
And yo C ur now J D ohnny's g Em host.
Well, h Em ey there, Johnny, we loved ya, boy,
But y D ou've been playin' 'round.
You b Am rought the wrath of the husbands,
The wi Em ves you spun around.
Well, h Em ey there, Johnny, you w D eren't so bad,
Could m C ake you into t Em wo.
To da Em nce a jig with J C ohnny,
That's a C ll they a D sked of y Em ou.
G Tooraloora Tooralai,
You b D rought the husbands scorn.
You had the lovers over night
And d Em isappeared at dawn.
C Tooraloora T G ooralai,
A drink and here's a t D oast:
G Here's to drunken I C rishmen,
And h C ere's to J D ohnny's g Em host.
Well, h Em ey there, Johnny, your momma cried,
I he D ar your messin' 'round.
You le Am ft poor Kathy pregnant,
And r Em an for higher ground.
Now K Em athy's older br D other got
The fi C rst gun he could f Em ind.
He tra Em cked ya down one mo C rnin'
With mu C rder D on his m Em ind.
G Tooraloora Tooralai,
Oh, Ka D thy, she did mourn.
She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,
The ba Em bes 'bout to be born.
Too C raloora T G ooralai,
A drink and here's a to D ast:
He G re's to drunken I C rishmen,
And h C ere's to J D ohnny's gh Em ost.
Em Em Em C D Em Em C Em C D
Em D Am Em Em D C Em Em C C D Em
G Tooraloora Tooralai,
Oh, Ka D thy, she did mourn.
She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,
The ba Em bes 'bout to be born.
Too C raloora T G ooralai,
A drink and here's a to D ast:
He G re's to drunken I C rishmen,
And h C ere's to J D ohnny's gh Em ost.
NC
Well, it was early that mornin'
When Kathy's brother stepped in the street.
Johnny just stood there waiting,
Starin' at his feet.
Then in his mind he said a prayer,
Cried Kathleen as he fell,
And the message on his tombstone reads,
"He took that bullet well."
G Tooraloora Tooralai,
I'd D sooner hear the sound,
And here's to Kathy's brother,
Who p Em ut ya in the ground.
T C ooraloora To G oralai,
A drink and here's a t D oast:
He G re's to drunken C Irishmen,
And h C ere's to J D ohnny's g Em host.
2x:
H G ere's to drunken C Irishmen,
And h C ere's to J D ohnny's g Em host.
Captain Tractor
