Artisto: | Show of hands (English) |
Uzanto: | Jamal |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
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Galway Farmer – Show of Hands
Bm
I work my days on a Galway farm,
A
In the sun and rain, wind and storm,
Bm
But once a year I'll chance my arm
A E
And cross the sea to England.
I'll scrimp and save two thousand pounds,
Spend a week in Cheltenham town,
But the racing over, always down,
I come back poor from England
Bm
I dreamt one night before I left,
G
A coal-black mare with a white-star chest,
A
Crossed the line and beat the rest,
F#m G
I came back rich to Galway.
I rose at dawn and drove all day,
Thinking, wondering all the way,
"Lady Luck, have you come to stay,
Or steal away my morning."
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Bm
When I got to Cheltenham town,
A
Irish faces all around,
Bm
No bed or mattress to be found,
A E
I slept on the hillside.
Spent three days in the viewing ring,
Saw the horses they let in,
Just as I was giving in,
I stood and stared in wonder.
Bm
With stamping hooves and steaming breath,
G
A coal-black mare with a white star chest
A
I ran my finger down the list
F#m G
Matched the name and the number
Lady Luck had come half-way
The horse's name was Galway Bay
Twenty-to-one the odds that day
I went to make my wager
Zwischenspiel. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Bm
I counted out two thousand pounds
A
Held it high, slapped it down
Bm
The bookie smiled but made no sounds
A E
I knew what he was thinking
The biggest loser in the land
A pounding heart, a shaking hand
I made my way up to the stand
The horses came to order
Bm
But at the first she nearly fell slow
G
I cursed my farmer's luck to hell
A
The second and third took quite well
F#m G
Way behind the leader
Then moving sweetly from the back
She found her rails and caught the pack
Ten to go and from the track
The hooves were drumming thunder.
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Bm
She's catching horses one by one
A
Bridle flashing in the sun
Bm
A' hain to go, a mile to run
A E
Two were up before her
On the straight down they sped
Left one at the last for dead
Caught the next and by a head
She came home the winner
Bm
So I came back to my Galway farm
G
A wiser and richer man
A
Never again I'll chance my arm
F#m G
Or cross the sea to England
'Cause Lady Luck was mine that day
I held her close, I went my way
Now I raise my glass to Galway Bay
And the dream of a Galway Farmer