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The Hills Of South Armagh Lyrics And Chords

The Hills Of South Armagh Lyrics And Chords. Written and recorded by Briege Murphy.
Also recorded by Frances Black, Aoife Scott. The guitar chords fit the version by Frances Black in the key of D.

The intro. chords are,

D  G A D G A

The [D]crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a [G]long way from[A] my home[D]
People rushing onwards
Go[G]ing to and [D]coming [A]from
[D]You bid them time of day and
They [G]look the [D]other [A]way
And so you [D]end up just like [G]them
And talk to [A]no [Em]one[A]

Chorus
Where the [D]grass is fresh and green,
Where the [G]air [D]is pure [A]and clean,
Where [D]the gentle rivers [G]kiss the mounta[A]in streams
Although I’ve travelled [D]far
The [G]hills of [D]south Ar[A]magh
Are the [Bm]hills I’m roaming [G]nightly [D]in my [A]dreams

The[D] view from my apartment
Is a [G]junkie’s [D]alley [A]way
My [D]children speak in ac[G]cents
[D]Not like[A] mine
My [D]old man’s working two jobs
We don’t [G]see him [D]much these [A]days
Oh, we’d be [D]happy
If we [G]only had the [A]time

Repeat chorus

I [D]hear the hills are occupied by [G]stran[D]gers [A]now
And the [D]work keeps getting [G]scarcer [D]every [A]day
Oh, it’s a [D]hard life when you’re [G]forced from [D]home
To [G]leave the [D]ones you [A]love
Oh, it’s a [D]hard life when you’re [G]forced to live this [A]way

Repeat chorus
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The Hills Of South Armagh Lyrics 

The crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a long way from my home 
People rushing onwards
Going to and coming from
You bid them time of day and
They look the other way
And so you end up just like them
And talk to no one 

Chorus
Where the grass is fresh and green,
Where the air is pure and clean,
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
Although I’ve travelled far
The hills of south Armagh
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

The view from my apartment
Is a junkie’s alley way
My children speak in accents
Not like mine
My old man’s working two jobs
We don’t see him much these days
Oh, we’d be happy
If we only had the time

Repeat chorus

I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
To leave the ones you love
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way
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