¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Capo II
G C D
My son was born with a bottle of whiskey
G C D
With a beer in his hand the doctor suddenly said
G C D
I’m sorry about that but I have to say it
G D G
Your son is an Irish bastard
Chorus:
G
I said what did you say
Em D
He said you heard me well
C D
So I punched him in the face
C D G
And started raising hell
G C D
When my son was a kid we were living in Cavan
G C D
My neighbor with his beer suddenly yells at me
G C D
Your kid just shoots me with his pellet gun
G D G
So your son his an Irish bastard
Chorus:
G
I said what did you say
Em D
He said you heard me well
C D
So I punched him in the face
C D G
And started raising hell
G C D
Then he was a teen we were living in Dublin
G C D
My son was always drunk one night the police came
G C D
Your teen fought in a pub so excuse me sir
G D G
But your son his an Irish bastard
Chorus:
G
I said what did you say
Em D
He said you heard me well
C D
So I punched him in the face
C D G
And started raising hell
G C D
Today he has a kid and he’ll probably do the same
G C D
He will join me in, the wall of this jail
G C D
But what is sure if he’s being bully
G D G
I will kill those Irish bastards
Chorus end:
G
I will die in this jail
Em D
He will die in this jail
C D
Cause we love our son
C D G
And like raising hell!!!
G C D
My son was born with a bottle of whiskey
G C D
With a beer in his hand the doctor suddenly said
G C D
I’m sorry about that but I have to say it
G D G
Your son is an Irish bastard
Chorus:
G
I said what did you say
Em D
He said you heard me well
C D
So I punched him in the face
C D G
And started raising hell
G C D
When my son was a kid we were living in Cavan
G C D
My neighbor with his beer suddenly yells at me
G C D
Your kid just shoots me with his pellet gun
G D G
So your son his an Irish bastard
Chorus:
G
I said what did you say
Em D
He said you heard me well
C D
So I punched him in the face
C D G
And started raising hell
G C D
Then he was a teen we were living in Dublin
G C D
My son was always drunk one night the police came
G C D
Your teen fought in a pub so excuse me sir
G D G
But your son his an Irish bastard
Chorus:
G
I said what did you say
Em D
He said you heard me well
C D
So I punched him in the face
C D G
And started raising hell
G C D
Today he has a kid and he’ll probably do the same
G C D
He will join me in, the wall of this jail
G C D
But what is sure if he’s being bully
G D G
I will kill those Irish bastards
Chorus end:
G
I will die in this jail
Em D
He will die in this jail
C D
Cause we love our son
C D G
And like raising hell!!!
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