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Sally MacLennane --- The Pogues

Well [D]Jimmy played harmonica in the [G]pub where I was [D]born,
He [D]played it from the night-time to the [G]peaceful early [A]morn.
He [G]soothed the souls of psychos and the [D]men who had the [A]horn,
And they [D]all looked very [G]happy in the [A]morn-[D]ing.

Now [D]Jimmy didn’t like his place [G]in this world of [D]ours,
Where the [D]elephant man broke strong men’s necks when he’d [G]had too many [A]Powers.
So [G]sad to see the grieving of the [D]people he was [A]leaving,
He [D]took the road from [G]nowhere in the [A]morn-[D]ing.

[chorus] We [D]walked him to the [G]station in the [D]rain.
            We [D]kissed him as we [G]put him on the [A]train.
            And we [G]sang him a [D]song of times long [G]gone,
            Though we [D]knew that we’d be [A]seeing him a-[D]gain. [A]>[D]

            [D]Sad to say, I must be on my way,
            So [G]buy me beer and [D]whiskey ‘cause I’m [A]going far away.
            I’d [D]like to think that I will be returning when I can
            To the [G]greatest little [D]boozer and to [A]Sally MacLen-[D]nane.

The [D]years passed by, the times had changed, I [G]grew to be a [D]man.
I [D]learned to love the virtues of sweet [G]Sally MacLen-[A]nane.
I [G]took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn,
And [D]ended up a [G]barman in the [A]morn-[D]ing.

I [D]played the pump and took the hump and [G]watered whiskey [D]down,
I [D]talked of whores and horses to the [G]men who drank the [A]brown.
I [G]heard them say that Jimmy’s making [D]money far a-[A]way.
Some [D]people left for [G]Heaven without [A]warn-[D]ing.

[chorus]

When [D]Jimmy came back home he was sur-[G]prised that they were [D]gone.
He [D]asked me all the details of the [G]train that they went [A]on.
Some [G]people they are scared to croak but [D]Jimmy drank un-[A]til he choked,
And [D]took the road for [G]Heaven in the [A]morn-[D]ing.

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