Irish Song

C F C I was born a ginger, I was born a rising sun C G I was born in november, I was born a Ryan's son C F C I was born with all these freckles, that if you set to trace G C You'd find a map of Ireland Is drawn across my face C F C Well one day I walked into a bar, it was really quite a scene C G Everyone was with a drink, and everyone wore green C F C A man came up beside, said we've waited for so long C F C For someone like you to come and play and Irish song C F C Well the room grew dark and quiet, you could hear the guiness flow C G I quickly searched my mind for all the Irish songs I know C F C There was no Bridget O'Malley nor no Rocky Road to Dublin C F C When I tallied up the songs I knew the tally came to none F C So raise your glasses all, and lift your hearts Am G To the Ginger Kid who fits the part F C He's got the name, but something's wrong F G C He can't play an Irish song C F C Well I once had a lassie and her name was Molly McShea C G There were clovers all around us on our wedding day C F C And her family came from Derry they'd traveled so very long C F C They asked me quite politely if I'd play an Irish song C F C Well I looked at my Molly as my face turned red and pink C G How would I get out of this mess I really must think C F C But before I knew what happened there was a guitar in my hand C C G C No song was sung, and Molly was gone, moved back to Ireland F C So raise your glasses all, and lift your hearts Am G To the Ginger Kid who fits the part F C He's got the name, but something's wrong F G C He can't play an Irish song C F C One day my mom she stopped me she said son don't feel so bad C G You see the Irish blood is only one half of your Dad's C F C Both my folks are Swedish and your Dad's mom's part-Swede too C G C So if we cut you up in parts there's mostly Swedish you C F C Well this made me feel better yes for a day or more C G But then it set upon me what she told me all that for C F C All this time was wasted and this Irish guilt was wrong C C G C My smile fell now how the hell d'you play a Sweish song F C So raise your glasses all, and lift your hearts Am G To the Ginger Kid who fits the part F C He's got the name, but something's wrong F G He can't play an Irish F G He can't play a Swedish F G C He just plays his own damn songs