The Last Of The Travellin People lyrics and chords
Written and recorded by The Pecker Dunne about when your a musician and can play a song or tow you'll be welcome in any pub in Ireland and can even make a few bob at the same time. Alas those days are nearly gone, if you open your mouth to sing a song nowadays in a pub you'll be given gate. Many more songs have been written regarding the travelling people with the most popular being Freeborn Man Of The Travelling People Song by Ewan McColl and covered by Luke Kelly and The Dubliners.
A[Am] me name it is an Paddy
I'm called Pecker Dunne,
My [D]cry, "It is all for all, [G]one for one".
I [B]walk the [Am]roads but I never run,
I'm the [D]last of the travellin' [Am]people.
[Am]With me banjo and [G]fiddle
I honor the song,
I'll [D]sing to all people who [G]do me no wrong,
But if [B]others des[G]pise me I'll [D]just move along
And [G]know I'll find friends in the [Am]mornin'.
Oh, the money is [D]money and
friends they are friends,
I'm drinkin' with them
after [G]our money [G]ends.
But it [Cm]isn't the [G]money,
It's on [Am]them I depend,
when [D]times and the gards are a[Am]gainst me.
From Belfast to [D]Wexford, from [G]Clare to Tralee,
a [D]town with a pub is a [G]livin' for me.
I [E]haven't a [Am]home, but by God I am [D]free,
I'm the [D]last of the [G]travellin' [Am]people.
[Am]Oh, the road isn't [G]easy but [E]it's what I [D]choose,
I'm not always a[G] winner but I'll never lose.
I've the [B]pride of me [D]race and the last of the few,
and I [G]live like my father [Am]taught me.
[Am]Now I'm on the road again, [G]travellin' still,
[D]Summer and winter, keep [G]travellin' I will.
For the [Am]road it is long and I know it'll [D]kill
the last of the [G]travellin' [Am]people.
I'm called Pecker Dunne,
My [D]cry, "It is all for all, [G]one for one".
I [B]walk the [Am]roads but I never run,
I'm the [D]last of the travellin' [Am]people.
[Am]With me banjo and [G]fiddle
I honor the song,
I'll [D]sing to all people who [G]do me no wrong,
But if [B]others des[G]pise me I'll [D]just move along
And [G]know I'll find friends in the [Am]mornin'.
Oh, the money is [D]money and
friends they are friends,
I'm drinkin' with them
after [G]our money [G]ends.
But it [Cm]isn't the [G]money,
It's on [Am]them I depend,
when [D]times and the gards are a[Am]gainst me.
From Belfast to [D]Wexford, from [G]Clare to Tralee,
a [D]town with a pub is a [G]livin' for me.
I [E]haven't a [Am]home, but by God I am [D]free,
I'm the [D]last of the [G]travellin' [Am]people.
[Am]Oh, the road isn't [G]easy but [E]it's what I [D]choose,
I'm not always a[G] winner but I'll never lose.
I've the [B]pride of me [D]race and the last of the few,
and I [G]live like my father [Am]taught me.
[Am]Now I'm on the road again, [G]travellin' still,
[D]Summer and winter, keep [G]travellin' I will.
For the [Am]road it is long and I know it'll [D]kill
the last of the [G]travellin' [Am]people.