View Guitar Chords for Far away boys - chords ver. 1
Hello, everyone. This is Flogging Molly's signature "sad song," so play it slowly with a proper amount of wistfulness. On the album version there's an acoustic guitar strumming chords and a banjo picking out a slow arpeggio throughout the whole song. They play the solo on an accordion, but it sounds all right on guitar as long as you've got another guitar playing the chords. Flogging Molly - Far Away Boys Intro: C... (the closing chord of the previous song, Sentimental Johnny) E A E B E A Am EWell I wEorked on the rAailroad for tEwo pence a dAay DrEank down one pAenny, the Amother I'd sEave I hEammered and I hAammered, for GEod knows how lAong WEell into mAadness with Ameach setting sEun I pEut my head dAown and I drEeamt you were hBere With Eme by the Aol' tree where Amno one could cEareChorus:Far awEay boys, far awAay boys, awEay from ya nAow I'm lEyin' with my swAeetheart, in her Amarms I'll be fEoundThen the sEun belched upAon me, you were Eno longer hAere LEyin' in your plAace was my hAmammer and my gEear So I stEamped out the fAire that kEept us both wAarm The Eashes were fAallin' like the sAmnow drops of Eold We cEame to a mAountain, dynamEite and she'll bBlow A big hEole in that rAock like the Amone in my sEoul(play this solo as shown OR an octave up on the 1st string) e-------------------------------------------------------- B-------------------------------------------------------- G-------------------------------------------------------- D--2-4-6---4-6-4-2---4-6---9---2-4-6---4-6-4-2------4-2-- A-------------------------------------------------------- E-------------------------------------------------------- CHORUS We buried four workmen; they dug themselves well From four empty coffins to four early graves They're only paddies, just paddies; don't dig them too deep You'll need all your strength, boys, and they're replaced easily With the heat I was melting into your sweet lips Ah, your kiss takes me back, takes me back from all this CHORUS Someone said it was Christmas but not a tree was in sight The only thing growin' was my will to die Till the gaffer said "Men, your work here is done" I said "I'll see you in Hell, on that train we died for" Never again will I smell your sweet dream But a pissed stained old gutter where your lips used to be CHORUS Quite simple, as all their songs tend to be. That's it for now. Enjoy it!