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_Cigarettes_in_the_morning_
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_Walking_hallways_of_this_strange_empty_home_
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_Cold_whiskey_in_the_evening_
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_Every_day_now_she’s_gone._
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_Connemara’s_on_the_bus_route_to_Behan_
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_It’s_seven_days_since_the_last_cow_died_
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_And_when_the_barley’s_gone_and_three_lost_women_
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_Like_the_girls_and_boys_in_Rome_used_to_cry._
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_Just_give_me_cornbread_in_the_morning_so_early_
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_For_you_took_my_rags_in_the_fold_of_your_hand_
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_And_before_you_fall_just_like_a_feather_and_linen_
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_Make_sure_you’ve_taken_off_that_black_velvet_band._
_D_____________________________Bm________A________Bm
_They_say_that_roving’s_like_a_candle_at_midnight_
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_And_some_take_it_like_the_trot_of_a_mule_
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_But_when_the_road_is_blind_and_your_own_tender_lady_
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_You’d_take_a_match_to_find_a_firelit_fool._
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_How_come_the_way’s_not_like_stairs_in_a_castle_
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_With_crimson_pictures_there_to_guide_you_along_
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_A_gilded_bottle_with_a_few_draughts_inside_it_
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_Makes_the_lights_in_the_rafters_look_so_strong._
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_When_your_true_love’s_gone_to_run_like_an_engine_
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_After_nine_young_women_with_no_faces_their_own_
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_And_in_America_she_spins_like_a_dancer_
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_With_barrel_straps_and_some_shoes_made_of_stone._
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_I’d_guess_the_porches_there_are_all_clouded_over_
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_And_pipes_and_fiddles_might_could_use_some_repair_
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_And_all_the_horses_have_been_broken_in_stables_
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_And_golden_fleeces_could_be_worse_for_the_wear._
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_But_if_you_ever_come_to_Clifden_by_sunset_
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_Just_before_the_Autumn_rains_touch_the_shore_
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_To_stroll_along_Cleggan’s_grey-hooded_harbor_
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_Cutting_hard_like_the_blade_of_an_oar._
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_You_take_yourself_to_a_hill_past_the_pierline_
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_To_find_a_cabin_of_whiskey_and_milk_
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_Where_St._Coleman_used_to_ply_to_his_master_
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_Like_colored_linen_and_mulberry_silk._
_G___D_____________A__Bm_A_G
_Cigarettes_in_the_morning_
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_Walking_hallways_of_this_strange_empty_home_
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_Cold_whiskey_in_the_evening_
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_Every_day_now_she’s_gone.
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