The Pogues

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A     D     A     F#m
A     A     F#m   E
A     D     A     F#m
A     D     E     A

            A
If I should fall from grace with God
         D            A
Where no doctor can relieve me.
       A
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
        D              F#m
But the angels won't receive me.

Chorus:
       A
Let me go, boys,
       F#m D
Let me go, boys.
A              D      A
Let me go down in the mud
          E              A
Where the rivers all run dry.

A     D A   A     E A
A     D A   A     E A

     A
This land was always ours,
        D                 A
Was the proud land of our fathers.
     A
It belongs to us and them,
       D          F#m
Not to any of the others.

Chorus:
         A
Let them go, boys,
         F#m D
Let them go, boys.
A               D      A
Let 'em go down in the mud
          E              A
Where the rivers all run dry.

A     D A   A     E A
A     D A   A     E A

A     E     A     A     x4
A     D     E     A     x2

A
Bury me at sea
         D                  A
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me.
     A
If I rock upon the waves
   D               F#m
No corpse can lie upon me.

Chorus:
               A
It's coming up threes, boys,
               F#m     D
It's coming up threes, boys.
A                D      A
Let them go down in the mud
          E              A
Where the rivers all run dry.

A     D A   A     E A
A     D A   A     E A

            A
If I should fall from grace with God
         D            A
Where no doctor can relieve me.
       A
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
       D              F#m
So the angels won't receive me.

Chorus:
       A
Let me go, boys,
       F#m D
Let me go, boys.
A              D      A
Let me go down in the mud
          E              A
Where the rivers all run dry.

A     D A   A     E A
A     D A   A     E A

A     D     A     F#m
A     A     F#m   E
A     D     A     F#m
A     D     E     A