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!
Key: C major
[Intro]
F G C G7
[Verse]
C F
Set 'em up, drink 'em down
C G
And pass the cup around
C Am F G
It's the last we will share for quite some time
Em C
I've shaved my hair, wear a dress,
Dm Am
I've left my bonny wife
F C G7 C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F C G
Well, I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus
C Am F G
And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some too.
Em C
I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson,
Dm Am
But they are not as handsome,
F G C
As the godhead whose skin is shining blue.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F
Hari, hari, ha, hooray!
C G
I chanted every day,
C Am F G
With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap.
Em C Dm Am
And I pray all night to Krisna, cause he's a damn good listener,
F G C
And he never, ever, ever answers back.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C Am F Am
And when Irish eyes are trying to make the pommies pay...
F C
We'll get Krisna and his shotgun
G7
To join the IRA, the IRA, the IRA
C
Hari, ha, hooray
[Intro]
F G C G7
[Verse]
C F
Set 'em up, drink 'em down
C G
And pass the cup around
C Am F G
It's the last we will share for quite some time
Em C
I've shaved my hair, wear a dress,
Dm Am
I've left my bonny wife
F C G7 C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F C G
Well, I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus
C Am F G
And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some too.
Em C
I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson,
Dm Am
But they are not as handsome,
F G C
As the godhead whose skin is shining blue.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C F
Hari, hari, ha, hooray!
C G
I chanted every day,
C Am F G
With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap.
Em C Dm Am
And I pray all night to Krisna, cause he's a damn good listener,
F G C
And he never, ever, ever answers back.
[Chorus]
G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
F C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
G C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
F Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
F C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
C F C G7
Of my life.
[Verse]
C Am F Am
And when Irish eyes are trying to make the pommies pay...
F C
We'll get Krisna and his shotgun
G7
To join the IRA, the IRA, the IRA
C
Hari, ha, hooray
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