Workers Song

Band: Dropkick Murphys

Song: Worker's Song

Album: Blackout

Tabber: [email protected]



*= mute chord



Intro:

Fill       Bagpipe Intro

e---------|---------------3----6-----3----6-----------------|

B---------|--6---3----------4----6-----4----6--3-----3------|

G---------|---------5--3-------------------------3-5---5-3--|

D--0------|-------------------------------------------------|

A----3-1--|-------------------------------------------------|

E---------|-------------------------------------------------|



Verse 1:

      Bb*                            Eb*            Bb*

Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day

   Eb*              F*

By hand and by brain, to earn your pay

    Bb*                        Eb*            Bb*

For centuries long past for no more than your bread

 Eb                Bb             F           Bb

Have bled for your countries and counted your dead



Intro x1



Verse 2:

       Bb*                         Eb*           Bb*

In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines

      Eb*                     F*

We've often been told to keep up with the times

        Bb*                            Eb*             Bb*

For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job

         Eb             Bb             F               Bb             

And with slide rule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed



Chorus: (with intro in the background)

          Bb                              Eb            Bb

We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die

    Eb                          F

The first ones in line for that pie in the sky

          Bb                       Eb              Bb

And we're always the last when the cream is shared out

        Eb        Bb               F         Bb

For the worker is working when the fat cat's about



Verse 3:

    Bb*                          Eb*         Bb*

And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war,

      Eb*                    F*

Who's given the gun and then pushed to the fore (after this a Bb chord is

    Bb*                     Eb*         Bb*      played up an octave)

And expected to die for the land of our birth 

             Eb*         Bb*       F*         Bb*

Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth



Chorus x1



Solo:

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A--------------------------------------------------------|

E--------------------------------------------------------|



e----11-11-11-11-11-11----------------------11-11-11-11-11-11--|

B--9-11-11-11-11-11-11--------------------9-11-11-11-11-11-11--|

G-----------------------10--10-10--8-8-8-----------------------|

D------------------------8---8--8--8-8-8-----------------------|

A--------------------------------------------------------------|

E--------------------------------------------------------------|



e----11-11-11-11-11-11--13-13--------------13-13--------------|

B--9-11-11-11-11-11-11--13-13-11----11-10--13-13-11----11-10--|

G--------------------------------10-----------------10--------|

D-------------------------------------------------------------|

A-------------------------------------------------------------|

E-------------------------------------------------------------|



Intro x1



Chorus x2



Outro Verse:

    Bb~                     Eb~        Bb~

And all of these things the worker has done

     Eb~                   F~

From tilling the fields to carrying the gun

           Bb~                     Eb~        Bb~

We've been yoked to the plow since time first began

    Eb~      Bb~       F~        Bb

And always expected to carry the can



Bb-Bb



That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:

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