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#BOTTLE OF SMOKE - by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer
#from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
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#Bottle Of Smoke - as perfomed by The Pogues
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#Intro:
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[C]Thanks and praises
[F]Thanks to [C]Jesus
I bet on the [F]Bottle of [C]Smoke
[C]I went to hell
And [F]to the [C]races
To bet on the [F]Bottle of [C]Smoke
[F]The day being clear
[C]The sky being bright
He [F]came up on the [G]left
Like a [C]streak of light
Like a [C]drunken fuck
On a [F]Saturday [C]night
Up came the [F]Bottle of [C]Smoke
[F]Twenty fucking [C]five to one
Me [C]gambling days are [F]done
I [F]bet on a horse called the [C]Bottle of Smoke
[F]And my [G]horse [C]won
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Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Fuck the stewards
A trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light
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Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Glasses steaming
Vessels bursting
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottle of Smoke
Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Fuck the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke