Paddy On The Road Lyrics And Chords
For Christy Moore, written by singer songwriter Dominic Behan. from the album of the same name. ''Paddy On The Road'' Chord corrections by Geoff Bing. Paddy On The Road was the title of Christy's. The song was first recorded in London in 1968. Christy's big ambition was to simply record an album and get the work downon vinyl. With three years under his belt he thought he would attract higher fees and raise his profile. He felt he could go from eight pounds a night to 20 pounds a night. The fact of having an album was much more important than what was on it. The song was also recorded by The Dubliners. The sheet music notes are included.
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[C]I've won a hero's name with Mc [F] Alpine and Costain
With Fitz[C]patrick, Murphy,[F] Ashe and [G]Wimpey's [C]gang I've[C] been often on the road on my [F] way to draw the dole When there's[C] nothing left to[F] do for [G]Sir John [C]Laing I [Am]used to think that God made the[F] mixer pick and [Em]hod So that[Am] Paddy might know [G]hell above the [F]ground I've had [C]gangers big and tough tell me [F] tear it all out rough When you're [C]building up and [F]tearing [G]England [C]down In a tunnel underground a young Limerick man was found He was built into the new Victoria Line When the pouring gang had past sticking through the concrete cast Was the face of little Charlie Joe Devine And the ganger man McGurk big Paddy ate the work When the gas main burst and he flew off the ground Oh they swear he said "Don't slack, I'll not be here until I'm back" Keep on building up and tearing England down I remember Carrier Jack with his hod upon his back How he swore he'd one day set the world on fire But his face they've never seen since his shovel it cut clean Through the middle of a big high tension wire I saw auld Bald McGann from the big flyover fall Into a concrete mixer spinning round Although his life was spent he got a fine head of cement As he was building up and tearing England down I was on the hydro dam the day that Pat McCann Got the better of his stammer in a week He fell from the shuttering jam and that poor auld stuttering man He was never ever more inclined to speak No more like Robin Hood will he roam through Cricklewood Or dance around the pubs of Camden Town But let no man complain Paddy does not die in vain When he's building up and tearing England down So come all you navvies bold who think that English gold Is just waiting to be taken from each sod Or that the likes of you and me could ever get an OBE Or an knighthood for good service to the hod They've the concrete master race to keep you in your place The ganger man to kick you to the ground If you ever try to take part of what the bosses make When they're building up and tearing England down |
Here's the chords for the key of G.
[G]I've won a hero's name with Mc [C] Alpine and Costain With Fitz[G]patrick, Murphy,[C] Ashe and [D]Wimpey's [G]gang I've[G] been often on the road on my [C] way to draw the dole When there's[G] nothing left to[C] do for [D]Sir John [G]Laing I [Em]used to think that God made the[C] mixer pick and [Bm]hod So that[Em] Paddy might know [D]hell above the [C]ground I've had [G]gangers big and tough tell me [C] tear it all out rough When you're [G]building up and [C]tearing [D]England [G]down 
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