Biography:
Dropkick Murphys is a punk rock band formed in Quincy, Massachusetts, United States in 1996. First playing together in the basement of a friend's barbershop, the band made a name for itself because of its relentless touring and for its annual St. Patrick's Day weekend shows in Boston. The band's songs often deal with Celtic influences, and the working-class environment in which the band members grew up.
The band put out a series of EPs and was signed by Rancid frontman Tim Armstrong's label Hellcat Records.
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Other songs:
- Bastards On Parade
- Blood
- Burn
- Fairmount Hill
- Fields Of Athenry
- Forever
- Going Out Of Style
- Green Fields Of France
- I'm Shipping Up To Boston
- Jimmy Collins' Wake
- Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya
- Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
- My Hero
- Rose Tatto
- Rose Tattoo
- Shipping Up To Boston
- Shipping Up To Moscow
- Spicy Mchaggis Jig
- Sshipping Up To Boston
- State Of Massachusetts(nitro Circus Theme Song)
- Tessie
- The Boys Are Back
- The Dirty Glass
- The Season's Upon Us
- The State Of Massachusetts
- Time To Go
- World Full Of Hate
- 1953
- 3Rd Man In
- 4
- A Few Good Man
- Auld Triangle
- Barroom Hero
- Black Velvet Band
- Blood And Whiskey
- Boston Asphalt
- Boys On The Docks
- Broken Hymns
- Burden
- Buried Alive
- Burn Acoustic
- Captain Kellys Kitchen
- Cruel
- Echoes On A Street
- End Of The Night
- Famous For Nothing
- Far Away Coast
- Finnegans Wake
- First Class Loser
- Flannigans Ball
- God Willing
- Going Out In Style
- Gonna Be A Blackout Tonight
- Good Rats
- Hang Em High
- Heroes From Our Past
- I Had A Hat
- Im Shipping Up To Boston
- Jimmy Collins Wake
- Kicked To The Curb
- Kiss Me Im Faced
- Kiss Me Im Shitfaced
- Loyal To No
- Memorial Day
- Never Alone
- Nobodys Hero
- Out Of Our Heads
- Outcast
- Paying My Way
- Peg O My Heart
- Pipebomb On Lansdowne
- Rebels With A Cause
- Sandlot
- Skinhead On The Mbta
- Sunday Hardcore Matinee
- Sunshine Highway
- Surrender
- Take Em Down
- Ten Years Of Service
- Tenant Enemy 1
- The Auld Triangle
- The Chosen Few
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Gangs All Here
- The Gauntlet
- The Green Fields Of France
- The Hardest Mile
- The Legend Of Finn Maccumhail
- The Lonesome Boatman
- The Rocky Road To Dublin
- The Seasons Upon Us
- The Torch
- The Walking Dead
- The Wild Rover
- Tomorrows Industry
- Until The Next Time
- Walk Away
- Warriors Code
- Workers Song
- Youll Never Walk Alone
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Band: Dropkick Murphys
Song: Worker's Song
Album: Blackout
Tabber: [email protected]
*= 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
That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:
[email protected]
Song: Worker's Song
Album: Blackout
Tabber: [email protected]
*= 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
That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:
[email protected]
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