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[A]Well oh well I'm back in the county hell
I [D]just flew in and my arms they feel like [A]hell
[E]I'm so glad to [E7]be back in the county [A]hell
I [A]missed the smack, I missed the crack, I missed the killings too
I [D]missed the London Irish girls [A]but especially missed you
The [E]USA never fails to make me [A]blue
Put [D]me in charge I’d execute the [A]Artistic Queers
and [D]all the fuckin bastards that drink [A]trendy Irish beers
My [D]death squads would be kids from flats all [A]high from sniffing glue
[E]I'd use them to [E7]kill rich brits and the high city [A]jews.
The [D]park bench Aristrocrats were [A]drinking in the park
And the [D]junkies are still sneaking in for [A]fix up after dark
And [D]Jock laid out on his park bench like it [A]was his home settee
[E]Singing like a [E7]fallen angel, me and Bobby Mc[A]Gee
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When I've [A]done my patriotic chore and burnt London to the ground
I'll go [D]back home to Nenagh and get pissed every night in [A]town
Like the [E]ol' folks say, you [E7]can't keep a good man [A]down
And the [D]park bench Aristrocrats still [A]drinking in the park
The [D]junkies are still sneaking in for [A]fix up after dark
[D]Jock's still layed out on his park bench like it [A]was his own settee
[E]Singing like a [E7]fallen angel, me and Bobby Mc[A]Gee
[D]Freedom's just another word for [A]nothing left to lose
[E]Nothin ain't worth [E7]nothin if ain't [A]free
[D]Feelin good was easy Lord when [A]Bobby sang the blues
[E]Feelin good was [E7]good enough for [E7]me
[E]Good enough for [E7]me and Bobby Mc[A]Gee [E] [A]
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