Biografia:
Formada em 2006 após vários copos de cerveja barata no notoriamente violento Ivanhoe Hotel de East Vancouver, a banda canadense "The Dreadnoughts" - que mescla boas doses do bom e velho street punk com fragmentos da música folclórica européia - dera os primeiros passos rumo ao sucesso apresentando-se em dive bars e pubs locais.
Seguindo o caminho aberto então pelo lendário grupo de celtic punk "The Real McKenzies", os cinco rapazes rapidamente tornaram-se conhecidos pelas poderosas e caóticas performances ao vivo
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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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