THE CAP ME GRANDA' WORE.
Mick Thomas/Stephen (Irish) O'Prey


(Was on ?Under Starters Orders? and on latest Cd "The
Horse?s Prayer")


Tab by Scott Davis
Update of Lyrics by Stephen Bell


Start with a down strum Am then riff 1


E ------------------------------
B --0--1--0---------------------
G -----------2--0---------------
D -----------------2--0---------
A -----------------------0--2--0
E ------------------------------


Followed by a C strum then G strum picking the bass
note of each chord


Then riff 2


E ----------0---------------
B --0--1--3----3--0---------
G -------------------2--0---
D -------------------------3
A --------------------------
E --------------------------


Followed by an F strum then a D strum picking the bass
note of each chord


Then repeat above.


Am                           C               G
Well who could blame me I was just a lad of Eighteen
years
Am                         F              D
Locking for adventure,  I was heading for the sun
Am                           C                G
And I left the polytechnic, And left for the southern
hemisphere
Am                                F
Me Ma said not to drink to much.  I knew that I'd
drink far too much
Dm                                  G
?Cause Dezzy Rielly wrote me And he told me it was so
much fun
Am                               F
The day that I got off the plane he met me there with
Frank McShane
Dm                               G                 D
They took me to the city and we stopped in for the one
D
And I saw a...


Chorus


G                              Am
Hurling stick from Derry And a door knocker from Cork
C                                   F         C
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
G                         Am
Up above the doorway De Valera smiling down
      C                             D
  G  AM
At a posters in the hallway of the pubs of Dublin Town



Riff 1 and Riff 2


Am                             C              G
Well who could blame me I could hold a tune and play a
bit
Am                                         F
  D
I'l only ever played in rock bands, but me accent it
was right
Am                       C                  G
And we played the tunes, we sang the songs, and for
the first time in me life I fit
Am                                   F
And I liked the girl behind the bar, she was out six
months from Mulengar
Dm                                  G
 We'd all stop and have a jar, after work on Friday
night's
Am                                     F
She told me that she loved this place, I leat across I
kissed her face
Dm                               G                   D
Me Irish heartbeat it did race, me Celtic head felt
light
D
Beneath the...


Chorus repeat


Riff 1 and Riff 2 x 2


Am                          C            G
So who could blame me I was now a man of nineteen
years
Am                             F                     D
And it was the first time I'd spent Christmas on me
own
Am                             C            G
Me Visa had expired and I'd began to like Australian
beer
Am                                      F
And the cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
Dm                             G
Made me long for Ireland and I booked me ticket home
         Am                            F
I walked into the house in Dublin City asking about me
family history
    Dm                              G
The photos and the trinkets and the cap me Granda
owned
            Am                               F
But then me ma looked at me in shock she said me boy
we sold the lot
     Dm                              G
D
To a pleasant man from Melbourne who called us on the
phone




She'ld sold the?..


G                              Am
Hurling stick from Derry and a door knocker from Cork
C                                   F         C
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing
G                         Am
Up above the doorway De Valera had come down
      C                             D
  G  AM
And an ashtray that me Da? stole From a pub in Dublin
Town


An Accordeon from Italy That had never played a tune


And a shamrock made of plastic And a world cup team
from ninety



A horseshoe and a briar pipe, An ancient brick of peat
I looked down in surprise to see, The floor beneath my
feet


A recording by the Waterboys, A recipe for stew
and a litre of the Liffey and picture of James Gatway


The text books from the poly, Over which we used to
toil
And a paperback edition, Of the world of Roddy Doyle


She?d sold the crystal vase from Waterford, The Cup
from Donegal
She?d gone and sold the toilet seat, I had to stand to
do my business


A blackthorn stick from Arklow, Some driftwood from
the shore
The fiddle in the attic, And the sash me father wore


G                              Am
She sold the Hurling stick from Derry and a door
knocker from Cork
C                                   F         C
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me
Granda wearing


Up above the doorway, De Valera had come down
And an ashtray that me Da? stole, From a Pub in Dublin
Town


So I think perhaps I?ll get drunk, At the Pub in
Dublin Town


Steve Bell (stevedinga@yahoo.com)