Las Vegas In The Hills Of Donegal Lyrics Chords And Sheet Music
Pat Gallagher wrote this Irish folk song. Goats Don't Shave Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords [ youtube video included ]-, and there's no reason not to have our own Las Vegas up there in Donegal, great idea Pat. A great bit fiddle playing in this song. also recorded by Mike Denver who also sings a fine rendition of Absent Friends song , and Nathan Carter plus Ailish McBride who also covered another song about the same County, '' Home To Donegal'' . The guitar chords in G are in chordpro .
The Harmonica Tab Is In This Ebook of Irish Songs
The Harmonica Tab Is In This Ebook of Irish Songs
Here are the guitar chords as played by the band Goats Don't Shave.
The intro.
G C G C Em C G
You[G] may talk about At[D]lantis, [D]how it’s [C]lost beneath the [Em]sea
Or the[g] grave of the unknown[d] soldier and the [c]cry of the old ban[G]shee
Who was the man in the [D]iron mask, was [C]Jack the ripper set[Em] free?
But [G]ask them all where’s [C]Donegal, and it’s still a [D]mystery
And [G]if I could I’d build a wall [C]around old Donegal
The north and south to[G] keep them out, my[F] god I’d build it [D]tall
You [G]see chicken ranches, I’d [C]legalize them all
We’d have our own Las Vegas in the[D] hills of[Em] Donegal
[G]Yeah!! Las Vegas in [D]hills of Done[G]gal
Lay by clubs and all night pubs, black jack and roulette
Mel Gibson, Brigitte Nilsen, Mike Tyson having a bet
Iniseoghain would then be known for it’s multi-millionaires
Where Donald Trump would have a chunk to live in solitaire
And if I could I’d build a wall around old Donegal
The north and south to keep them out, my god I’d build it tall
Casinoes, chicken ranches, I’d legalize them all
We’d have our own Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal
Yeah!! Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal
To stand on top of fairy hill would give me such a thrill
I’ve heard them say in Dublin there’s gold in them there hills
So don’t despair, ‘cos if you dare, the answer lies with me
There’s a wall that’s steep and it’s going cheap somewhere in Germany
And if I could I’d build a wall around old Donegal
The north and south to keep them out, my god I’d build it tall
Casinos, chicken ranches, I’d legalize them all
We’d have our own Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal
Yeah!! Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal.
Next to Galway and Dublin, I'd guess that the County of Donegal has more songs
written about it that any of the others. The song lyrics of The Homes of Donegal
are also on the site and it's one of the most popular.
The intro.
G C G C Em C G
You[G] may talk about At[D]lantis, [D]how it’s [C]lost beneath the [Em]sea
Or the[g] grave of the unknown[d] soldier and the [c]cry of the old ban[G]shee
Who was the man in the [D]iron mask, was [C]Jack the ripper set[Em] free?
But [G]ask them all where’s [C]Donegal, and it’s still a [D]mystery
And [G]if I could I’d build a wall [C]around old Donegal
The north and south to[G] keep them out, my[F] god I’d build it [D]tall
You [G]see chicken ranches, I’d [C]legalize them all
We’d have our own Las Vegas in the[D] hills of[Em] Donegal
[G]Yeah!! Las Vegas in [D]hills of Done[G]gal
Lay by clubs and all night pubs, black jack and roulette
Mel Gibson, Brigitte Nilsen, Mike Tyson having a bet
Iniseoghain would then be known for it’s multi-millionaires
Where Donald Trump would have a chunk to live in solitaire
And if I could I’d build a wall around old Donegal
The north and south to keep them out, my god I’d build it tall
Casinoes, chicken ranches, I’d legalize them all
We’d have our own Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal
Yeah!! Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal
To stand on top of fairy hill would give me such a thrill
I’ve heard them say in Dublin there’s gold in them there hills
So don’t despair, ‘cos if you dare, the answer lies with me
There’s a wall that’s steep and it’s going cheap somewhere in Germany
And if I could I’d build a wall around old Donegal
The north and south to keep them out, my god I’d build it tall
Casinos, chicken ranches, I’d legalize them all
We’d have our own Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal
Yeah!! Las Vegas in the hills of Donegal.
Next to Galway and Dublin, I'd guess that the County of Donegal has more songs
written about it that any of the others. The song lyrics of The Homes of Donegal
are also on the site and it's one of the most popular.
Goats don't shave song Las Vegas In The Hills Of Donegal
The tin whistle / sheet music tab, with lyrics for Las Vagas In The Hills Of Donegal are in the ebook. [ The updates section ] Price €7.50
Las Vegas In The Hills Of Donegal Sheet Music With Letter Notes. Can be used on flute and accordion.
About The Song.
THIS is one of the most gloriously absurd Irish fantasy songs ever composed — a county-level fever dream where Donegal stops being the land of quiet hills and sheep… and becomes an unholy fusion of Las Vegas, Vatican City, and a cowboy brothel.
Let’s break it down with Irish wit:
We start with great mysteries of the world:
Where in the name of all that’s holy IS Donegal?
Because to half the world — and half of Dublin --
it’s somewhere beyond the arse of nowhere
past the last petrol station
where phone signal goes to die.
Then comes the grand plan — with the visionary logic of a county councillor after six pints:
“I’d build a wall around old Donegal…
North and South to keep them out…”
It’s basically saying:
“We’re sealing off the borders — and only letting in the good craic.”
Donegal independence!
The People’s Republic of Tayto and turf.
Then the proposal gets truly imaginative:
“Chicken ranches — I’d legalize them all.”
Ahem.
That’s not poultry farming.
That’s…
cough…
a particular American establishment
involving ladies of the night
and gents of flexible morality.
And he wants:
on muddy roads
beside fields of cows.
Picture it:
Mike Tyson getting directions from a sheep.
Then:
“Donald Trump would have a chunk to live in solitaire.”
Trump, exiled to Donegal --
not in the White House --
but in a bungalow overlooking Lough Swilly
with a caravan out back for guests.
The song even solves the construction problem:
“There’s a wall going cheap somewhere in Germany”
Ah yes — the Berlin Wall --
slightly used --
may contain emotional residue
but sure would save on building materials.
In summary, this song is:
Turning a quiet rural county
into a mythical, gambling, glamorous, madcap playground --
without ever losing the wink in the eye.
THIS is one of the most gloriously absurd Irish fantasy songs ever composed — a county-level fever dream where Donegal stops being the land of quiet hills and sheep… and becomes an unholy fusion of Las Vegas, Vatican City, and a cowboy brothel.
Let’s break it down with Irish wit:
We start with great mysteries of the world:
- Atlantis
- the Unknown Soldier
- Jack the Ripper
Where in the name of all that’s holy IS Donegal?
Because to half the world — and half of Dublin --
it’s somewhere beyond the arse of nowhere
past the last petrol station
where phone signal goes to die.
Then comes the grand plan — with the visionary logic of a county councillor after six pints:
“I’d build a wall around old Donegal…
North and South to keep them out…”
It’s basically saying:
“We’re sealing off the borders — and only letting in the good craic.”
Donegal independence!
The People’s Republic of Tayto and turf.
Then the proposal gets truly imaginative:
“Chicken ranches — I’d legalize them all.”
Ahem.
That’s not poultry farming.
That’s…
cough…
a particular American establishment
involving ladies of the night
and gents of flexible morality.
And he wants:
- blackjack
- roulette
- all-night bars
- casinos
- millionaires
- Mel Gibson
- Brigitte Nielsen
- Mike Tyson
on muddy roads
beside fields of cows.
Picture it:
Mike Tyson getting directions from a sheep.
Then:
“Donald Trump would have a chunk to live in solitaire.”
Trump, exiled to Donegal --
not in the White House --
but in a bungalow overlooking Lough Swilly
with a caravan out back for guests.
The song even solves the construction problem:
“There’s a wall going cheap somewhere in Germany”
Ah yes — the Berlin Wall --
slightly used --
may contain emotional residue
but sure would save on building materials.
In summary, this song is:
- a cheeky love letter to Donegal
- wrapped in outlandish imagination
- roasted with satire
- topped with fantasy
- and served with a side of absolute madness
Turning a quiet rural county
into a mythical, gambling, glamorous, madcap playground --
without ever losing the wink in the eye.
