If I Get An Encore

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If I get an encore,
                         A
I go home feeling like a king
      E
Oh, I love to hear the bell rung,

I love to hear the fiddle,
    D                              A
but most of all I love to hear you sing.


[Verse]
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When I first heard Tommy Makem
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and the Clancy's my future it was sealed
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I was bitten by the ballad bug and since then the wound has never healed
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When I got my first guitar my fingers bled until I learned a chord or two
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I pulled on my aran sweater,
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wrote my Ma a goodbye letter
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And started throwing shapes in O'Donoghue's


[Chorus]
D
If I got an encore
                          A
Id go home feeling like a king
     E
Oh I love to here the bell rung

and shane b on the mandalin
    D                              A
But most of all I love to hear you sing


[Verse]
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I played cabaret in Bundoran,
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marquees for Father Horan
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And I once stood in for Johnny McEvoy
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From Berlin to San Francisco
A
I've gone on before the disco
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Of the four green fields of Athenry
         D
From the rising sun in browns town
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To the blue lagoon in slago town
         D
A balle murphy and the bug side
         E                       A
About an emote and once n balmus slow


[Chorus]
D
If I get an encore
                         A
I go home feeling like a king
     E
Oh I love to hear the banjo
            D                      A
but most of all I love it when you sing


[Verse]
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oh I never met bob Dylan
A
but I sang with the picker don

and when we drank lockerendry
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me and pecker we went looking for lockdown
     D
one winters night in London up around Wilson junction
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oh, me heart it filled with joy
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twas the night that Maggie berry
                                           A
she called me up to sing the wild colonial boy


[Bridge]

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there was a wild colonial boy
     E              A
jack govern was his name
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he was born and bred in Ireland in a place called castle lane he was his father’s only son
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his mother’s pride n joy
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and der e dent his parents loved the wild colonial boy


[Chorus]
D
 if I get an encore
                         A
I go home feeling like a king
     E
Oh I love to hear the bell rung
    D                              A
But most of all I love to hear you sing