Biography:
One part roaring sea shanty, one part haunting Irish melody, and a solid chaser of gut-crunching street punk. This ragtag group of drunken misfits stays true to the ancient ballads and bawlers that once drove sailors around the world, all the while smashing out modern punk with a fury and intensity that is unmatched anywhere.
Formed in 2006 over pints of cheap beer at East Vancouver’s notoriously violent Ivanhoe Hotel, The Dreadnoughts cut their teeth in the roughest dive bars in the city.
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B Em
My name is wailin' Johnny
C G D G
Way, hey, Johny Boreen
C
At cordova and carrall
F
Was formed in the marrow
Em B
Of whiskey and amphetamines
B Em
They call me wailin' Johnny
C G D G
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
C
A mile from the shore
Em
By these heroes of yours
C
I'll be there
B
Hands in the air
Victory square in all its glory
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
The pubs and the junkers
The skids and the punkers
Have always been good to me
But the citizens deplore me
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
So cruel and fickle
without a nickel to spare
Hands in the air
Victory square
My brothers and my sisters
Way, hay, Johnny Boreen
This world will defame them
And money will claim them
And cast them straight out to sea
Say a prayer for wailin' Johnny
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
At cambie and hastings
I shall be wasting a prayer
Hands in the air
Victory square
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My name is wailin' Johnny
C G D G
Way, hey, Johny Boreen
C
At cordova and carrall
F
Was formed in the marrow
Em B
Of whiskey and amphetamines
B Em
They call me wailin' Johnny
C G D G
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
C
A mile from the shore
Em
By these heroes of yours
C
I'll be there
B
Hands in the air
Victory square in all its glory
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
The pubs and the junkers
The skids and the punkers
Have always been good to me
But the citizens deplore me
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
So cruel and fickle
without a nickel to spare
Hands in the air
Victory square
My brothers and my sisters
Way, hay, Johnny Boreen
This world will defame them
And money will claim them
And cast them straight out to sea
Say a prayer for wailin' Johnny
Way, hey, Johnny Boreen
At cambie and hastings
I shall be wasting a prayer
Hands in the air
Victory square
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
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