Biography:
The Pogues is a band of mixed Irish and English background, playing traditional Irish music with influences from punk rock and folk, formed in 1982 and fronted by Shane MacGowan. The band reached international prominence in the 1980s and early 1990s. MacGowan left the band in 1991 due to drinking problems but the band continued first with Joe Strummer and then with Spider Stacy on vocals before breaking up in 1996.[1] The band reformed in 2001, and has been playing regularly ever since
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Other songs:
- A Pair Of Brown Eyes
- Bottle Of Smoke
- Boys From County Hell
- Dirty Old Town
- Fairytale Of New York
- I'm A Man You Don't Meet Everyday
- If I Should Fall From Grace With God
- Irish Rover
- Love You 'till The End
- Love You Till The End
- Streams Of Whiskey
- The Auld Triangle
- The Sunny Side Of The Street
- Thousands Are Sailing
- Turkish Song Of The Damned
- Whiskey Your The Devil
- 5 Green Queens And Jean
- A Rainy Night In Soho
- Aisling
- And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
- Angel Of Death
- Auld Triangle
- Back In The County Hell
- Bastard Landlord
- Battle March Medley
- Battle Of Brisbane
- Billys Bones
- Birmingham Six
- Boat Train
- Body Of An American
- Boys From The County Hell
- Broad Majestic Shannon
- Ceilidh Cowboy
- Chinos Place
- Church Of The Holy Spook
- Come To The Bower
- Cotton Fields
- Cracklin Rosie
- Curse Of Love
- Danny Boy
- Dark Streets Of London
- Donegal Express
- Down All The Days
- Down In The Ground Where The Dead Men Go
- Everyman Is A King
- Fiesta
- Gartloney Rats
- Gentleman Soldier
- Ghost Of A Smile
- Girl From The Wadi Hammamat
- Greenland Whale Fisheries
- Haunted
- Haunting
- Hells Ditch
- Her Father Didnt Like Me Anyway
- Holloway Boulevard
- Honky Tonk Women
- Hot Dogs With Everything
- House Of The Gods
- Im A Man You Dont Meet Every Day
- In And Out
- Jacks Heroes
- Jesse James
- Johnny Come Lately
- Kitty
- Leaving Of Liverpool
- Limerick Rake
- Living In A World Without Her
- London Calling Live
- London Girl
- London Youre A Lady
- Lonesome Highway
- Lorcas Novena
- Lorelei
- Lullaby Of London
- Maggie Mae
- Medley
- Mexican Funeral In Paris
- Miss Otis Regrets Just One Of Those Things
- Misty Morning Albert Bridge
- Modern World
- More Pricks Than Kicks
- Mother Mo Chro
- Muirshin Durkin
- My Blue Heaven
- Nancy Whiskey
- Navigator
- Night Train To Lorca
- Nw3
- Once Upon A Time
- Pachinko
- Paddy Rolling Stone
- Pair Of Brown Eyes
- Poor Paddy
- Rain Street
- Rainbow Man
- Rainy Night In Soho
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rising Of The Moon
- Rock N Roll Paddy
- Roddy Mccorley
- Sally Mclennane
- Sayonara
- Sea Shanty
- Sit Down By The Fire
- Six To Go
- Skipping Rhymes
- Small Hours
- Snake With Eyes Of Garnet
- Song With No Name
- South Australia
- Spancil Hill
- St John Of Gods
- Star Of The County Down
- Streets Of Sorrow
- Summer In Siam
- Sunnyside Of The Street
- That Womans Got Me Drinking
- The Broad Majestic Shannon
- The Irish Rover
- The Old Main Drag
- The Parting Glass
- The Sun And The Moon
- Tombstone
- Train Of Love
- Transmetropolitan
- Tuesday Morning
- Usa
- Victoria
- When The Ship Comes In
- Whiskey In The Jar
- Whiskey Youre The Devil
- White City
- Wild Cats Of Kilkenny
- Worms
- Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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***STREETS OF SORROW/BIRMINGHAM SIX - by Terry Woods/Shane MacGowan
from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
Intro |Amsus2 |Amsus2 ||
C G C G F Am G F
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow and farewell you streets of pain
C G C G F Am G F
I'll not return to feel more sorrow nor to see more young men slain
Through the last six years I've lived through terror and in the darkened streets the pain
Oh how I long to find some solace in my mind I curse the strain
So farewell you streets of sorrow and farewell you streets of pain
No I'll not return to feel more sorrow nor to see more young men slain
D A D
There were six men in Birmingham in Guildford there's four
D G A
That were picked up and tortured and framed by the law
D G D G
And the filth got promotion but they're still doing time
G A
For being Irish in the wrong place and at the wrong time
In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for several long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
And the coppers need someone when they walk through that door
D G A D
You'll be counting years first five then ten growing old in a lonely hell
D G A D
Round the yard and the stinking cell from wall to wall and back again
A curse on the judges the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent wrongly accused
For the price of promotion and justice to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell
You'll be counting years first five then ten growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and lousy cell from wall to wall and back again
Inst |C D|C D|C D|C Am ||
May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
You'll be counting years first five then ten growing old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell from wall and back again
Counting years first five then ten growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell from wall to wall and back again
Outro |C D|C D|C D|C D|C D|C D|C D|C Am ||
from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
Intro |Amsus2 |Amsus2 ||
C G C G F Am G F
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow and farewell you streets of pain
C G C G F Am G F
I'll not return to feel more sorrow nor to see more young men slain
Through the last six years I've lived through terror and in the darkened streets the pain
Oh how I long to find some solace in my mind I curse the strain
So farewell you streets of sorrow and farewell you streets of pain
No I'll not return to feel more sorrow nor to see more young men slain
D A D
There were six men in Birmingham in Guildford there's four
D G A
That were picked up and tortured and framed by the law
D G D G
And the filth got promotion but they're still doing time
G A
For being Irish in the wrong place and at the wrong time
In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for several long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
And the coppers need someone when they walk through that door
D G A D
You'll be counting years first five then ten growing old in a lonely hell
D G A D
Round the yard and the stinking cell from wall to wall and back again
A curse on the judges the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent wrongly accused
For the price of promotion and justice to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell
You'll be counting years first five then ten growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and lousy cell from wall to wall and back again
Inst |C D|C D|C D|C Am ||
May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
You'll be counting years first five then ten growing old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell from wall and back again
Counting years first five then ten growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell from wall to wall and back again
Outro |C D|C D|C D|C D|C D|C D|C D|C Am ||
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