Damien Dempsey - Party On Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

F G

FDoing E, doing speed, doing cocaine GMix it with alcohol and go insane FIn the morning the edge of the knife GWhere the hell is the bright side of life? FIt's a farcical high for a few hours GThen you're blind and you can't see the bright flowers FFor the light of a child and the glee GIf you splurge then I'll know you'll agree FTurns you into a shell of what you used to be GAll the weeks you been living in a fantasy FFor the size of the party to come GDay to day life just doesn't seem fun FI'm not telling you how to do your thing GI'm just laying down some facts about indulging FHow the shit going 'round can become GYour controller, your dictator, your oneF G F G CI'm giving it up I swear in the NFew YearG.. CNo more of that for me, you'll sFee...G CI'm going to be going straight I can't waFitG CUntil this year is gone, parFty on..G FComing down on the ground in a small house GYou're a man but you feel like a small mouse FNot so long ago you felt like a king GSomeone give my psychiatrist a ring FIve no bread and feel feckin' brain-dead GAll alone in a room full of E-heads FFeel so hollow and sickly and worthless GThere's no cure in the mosques's or the churches FI met strangers who barely six hours ago GWere the best friends I thought I'd ever know FNow they're strangers again 'cos I'm down GAnd I won't say 'hello' if I see them in town

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