Workers Song Chords

Band: Dropkick Murphys
Song: Worker's Song
Album: Blackout
Tabber: clark@theoddmenout.com
 
*= 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
 Eb                Bb             F           Bb
Have bled for your countries and counted your 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
         Eb             Bb             F               Bb
And with slide rule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed
 
Chorus: (with intro in the background)
          Bb                              Eb            Bb
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
    Eb                          F
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
          Bb                       Eb              Bb
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
        Eb        Bb               F         Bb
For the worker is working when the fat cat's 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~
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
           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
 
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