Biografía:
Black 47 was an American Celtic rock band from New York City, formed in 1989 by Irish musician Larry Kirwan and Chris Byrne (the band name derives from a traditional term for the summer of 1847, the worst year of the Great Famine in Ireland). The band split in November 2014.
The band got their first big break when their 1990 debut release, Home of the Brave, launched as a cassette at a St. Patrick's day gig at Reilly's in NYC, was heard by Frank Murray, manager of The Pogues, who signed them to his newly launched label.
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¡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!
The tune is *mostly* that of the traditional Irish song "The Foggy Dew" but there are deviations.
Chords are based on Chordify. I made changes where it was grossly wrong, but suggestions are welcome.
Black 47 -- "Livin' in America" -- From their self-titled album
Bm G
MAN: Oh, it's six o'clock and it's time to rock
Em Am Em
And me head is beatin' like a drum
Em G Bm
In the cold day light, ah I feel like shite
G C Em
And I can't remember last night's fun
G D G
Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys
G Bm Am C
Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work"
G Em D Bm
And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night
Em Am Em
Instead of drinkin' in America
Em D Bm
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls
G Em
And I mix cement by the ton
Em D Bm
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout
C Am Em
Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun
G D G
Then I think of her up on Kings Bridge Road
G Am
Did she mean what she said last night
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
G Em
Em D Bm
WOMAN: On me way downtown, I think of that clown
Em Am Em
And the things that he said last night
Em D Bm
Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk
Bm Am Em
Oh, I must look a terrible sight
G D G
Put me makeup on as I watch the sun
G Bm Am C
Rise high over Fordham Road
Em D Bm
BOTH: Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
G Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
WOMAN: Oh, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess
Am Em
And the yuppies are networkin' again
Em D G
Kiss their darlin's goodbye, "Oh, we'll be late tonight
G Em
But we should be home by eleven"
G D G
Oh, me little dears dry up your tears
G Am C
BOTH: Your parents are too busy makin' money
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
C D
MAN: Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek
C D
In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat
Em C
No sick days or benefits and for Christ's sake don't get hurt
Em Em
The quacks over here won't patch you up
Em
Unless they see the bucks upfront
C D
WOMAN: Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk
C D
Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house
A C
BOTH: Is this what I've been educated for
C D
To wipe the arse of every baby in America?
Em D
Em Em
Em D Bm
Em Am Em
G D G
G Am
Em D Bm
Em Am Em
Em D Bm
MAN: Now the day is done, take the subway home
Em Am Em
Squashed up like some sardine in a can
Em D
In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam
Am D Em
'Til I'm feelin' half myself again
G D G
If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright
G Bm Am
Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
Em D Bm
And if she takes a chance, she might find romance
C Am Em G
Now she's livin' in America
Em D
WOMAN: See him standing there with the ring in his ear
Em Em
And the grin on the side of his face
Em D Bm
With the fag in his mouth oh I should watch out
Em Em
For they say that he's a real hard case
G D G
Should I take me chance or say no thanks?
G Am C
BOTH: Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
G Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
C Em
Livin' in America
Em D
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em
Livin' in America
Chords are based on Chordify. I made changes where it was grossly wrong, but suggestions are welcome.
Black 47 -- "Livin' in America" -- From their self-titled album
Bm G
MAN: Oh, it's six o'clock and it's time to rock
Em Am Em
And me head is beatin' like a drum
Em G Bm
In the cold day light, ah I feel like shite
G C Em
And I can't remember last night's fun
G D G
Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys
G Bm Am C
Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work"
G Em D Bm
And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night
Em Am Em
Instead of drinkin' in America
Em D Bm
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls
G Em
And I mix cement by the ton
Em D Bm
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout
C Am Em
Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun
G D G
Then I think of her up on Kings Bridge Road
G Am
Did she mean what she said last night
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
G Em
Em D Bm
WOMAN: On me way downtown, I think of that clown
Em Am Em
And the things that he said last night
Em D Bm
Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk
Bm Am Em
Oh, I must look a terrible sight
G D G
Put me makeup on as I watch the sun
G Bm Am C
Rise high over Fordham Road
Em D Bm
BOTH: Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
G Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
WOMAN: Oh, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess
Am Em
And the yuppies are networkin' again
Em D G
Kiss their darlin's goodbye, "Oh, we'll be late tonight
G Em
But we should be home by eleven"
G D G
Oh, me little dears dry up your tears
G Am C
BOTH: Your parents are too busy makin' money
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
C D
MAN: Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek
C D
In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat
Em C
No sick days or benefits and for Christ's sake don't get hurt
Em Em
The quacks over here won't patch you up
Em
Unless they see the bucks upfront
C D
WOMAN: Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk
C D
Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house
A C
BOTH: Is this what I've been educated for
C D
To wipe the arse of every baby in America?
Em D
Em Em
Em D Bm
Em Am Em
G D G
G Am
Em D Bm
Em Am Em
Em D Bm
MAN: Now the day is done, take the subway home
Em Am Em
Squashed up like some sardine in a can
Em D
In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam
Am D Em
'Til I'm feelin' half myself again
G D G
If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright
G Bm Am
Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
Em D Bm
And if she takes a chance, she might find romance
C Am Em G
Now she's livin' in America
Em D
WOMAN: See him standing there with the ring in his ear
Em Em
And the grin on the side of his face
Em D Bm
With the fag in his mouth oh I should watch out
Em Em
For they say that he's a real hard case
G D G
Should I take me chance or say no thanks?
G Am C
BOTH: Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
G Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
C Em
Livin' in America
Em D
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em
Livin' in America
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