Band: Dropkick Murphys
mute chord
Intro:
Fill Bagpipe Intro
e---------|---------------3----6-----3----6-----------------|
B---------|--6---3----------4----6-----4----6--3-----3------|
G---------|---------5--3-------------------------3-5---5-3--|
D--0------|-------------------------------------------------|
A----3-1--|-------------------------------------------------|
E---------|-------------------------------------------------|
Verse 1:
Bb Eb Bb
Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
Eb F
By hand and by brain, to earn your pay
Bb Eb Bb
For centuries long past for no more than your bread
H[Eb]ave bled for your [Bb]countries and c[F]ounted your [Bb]dead
Intro x1
Verse 2:
Bb Eb Bb
In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
Eb F
We've often been told to keep up with the times
Bb Eb Bb
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with [Eb]slide rule and [Bb]stopwatch, our [F]pride they have [Bb]robbed
Chorus: (with intro in the background)
We're the [Bb]first ones to starve, we're the [Eb]first ones to [Bb]die
The [Eb]first ones in line for that [F]pie in the sky
And we're [Bb]always the last when the [Eb]cream is shared [Bb]out
For the [Eb]worker is [Bb]working when the [F]fat cat's [Bb]about
Verse 3:
Bb Eb Bb
And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war,
Eb F
Who's given the gun and then pushed to the fore (after this a Bb chord is
Bb Eb Bb played up an octave)
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Eb Bb F Bb
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth
Chorus x1
Solo:
e------------11-11-11-11-11-11----------11---------------|
B-------9----11-11-11-11-11-11-13-13b15----13-11-13b-11--|
G--8-10--------------------------------------------------|
D--------------------------------------------------------|
A--------------------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------------------|
e----11-11-11-11-11-11----------------------11-11-11-11-11-11--|
B--9-11-11-11-11-11-11--------------------9-11-11-11-11-11-11--|
G-----------------------10--10-10--8-8-8-----------------------|
D------------------------8---8--8--8-8-8-----------------------|
A--------------------------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------------------------|
e----11-11-11-11-11-11--13-13--------------13-13--------------|
B--9-11-11-11-11-11-11--13-13-11----11-10--13-13-11----11-10--|
G--------------------------------10-----------------10--------|
D-------------------------------------------------------------|
A-------------------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------------------|
Intro x1
Chorus x2
Outro Verse:
Bb~ Eb~ Bb~
And all of these things the worker has done
Eb~ F~
Bb~ Eb~ Bb~
We've been yoked to the plow since time first began
Eb~ Bb~ F~ Bb
And always expected to carry the can
[Bb-Bb]
mute chord
Intro:
Fill Bagpipe Intro
e---------|---------------3----6-----3----6-----------------|
B---------|--6---3----------4----6-----4----6--3-----3------|
G---------|---------5--3-------------------------3-5---5-3--|
D--0------|-------------------------------------------------|
A----3-1--|-------------------------------------------------|
E---------|-------------------------------------------------|
Verse 1:
Bb Eb Bb
Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
Eb F
By hand and by brain, to earn your pay
Bb Eb Bb
For centuries long past for no more than your bread
H[Eb]ave bled for your [Bb]countries and c[F]ounted your [Bb]dead
Intro x1
Verse 2:
Bb Eb Bb
In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
Eb F
We've often been told to keep up with the times
Bb Eb Bb
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with [Eb]slide rule and [Bb]stopwatch, our [F]pride they have [Bb]robbed
Chorus: (with intro in the background)
We're the [Bb]first ones to starve, we're the [Eb]first ones to [Bb]die
The [Eb]first ones in line for that [F]pie in the sky
And we're [Bb]always the last when the [Eb]cream is shared [Bb]out
For the [Eb]worker is [Bb]working when the [F]fat cat's [Bb]about
Verse 3:
Bb Eb Bb
And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war,
Eb F
Who's given the gun and then pushed to the fore (after this a Bb chord is
Bb Eb Bb played up an octave)
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Eb Bb F Bb
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth
Chorus x1
Solo:
e------------11-11-11-11-11-11----------11---------------|
B-------9----11-11-11-11-11-11-13-13b15----13-11-13b-11--|
G--8-10--------------------------------------------------|
D--------------------------------------------------------|
A--------------------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------------------|
e----11-11-11-11-11-11----------------------11-11-11-11-11-11--|
B--9-11-11-11-11-11-11--------------------9-11-11-11-11-11-11--|
G-----------------------10--10-10--8-8-8-----------------------|
D------------------------8---8--8--8-8-8-----------------------|
A--------------------------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------------------------|
e----11-11-11-11-11-11--13-13--------------13-13--------------|
B--9-11-11-11-11-11-11--13-13-11----11-10--13-13-11----11-10--|
G--------------------------------10-----------------10--------|
D-------------------------------------------------------------|
A-------------------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------------------|
Intro x1
Chorus x2
Outro Verse:
Bb~ Eb~ Bb~
And all of these things the worker has done
Eb~ F~
Bb~ Eb~ Bb~
We've been yoked to the plow since time first began
Eb~ Bb~ F~ Bb
And always expected to carry the can
[Bb-Bb]