Dropkick Murphys – Going Out In Style chords

Going Out In Style lyrics

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     Bb                       Eb            FI've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
Bb                           Ebm            EbShook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
Bb                                 Eb                FI've caused some great concern and told one too many lies
Bb                                    FAnd now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes

Bb                             EbSo what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
Bb                         FAcquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
Bb                                         EbYou'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
FSide by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr
BbI'd invite the Flannigans
EbReplace the window you smashed out
Bb                           FI'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch
Bb                           EbI'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon
FThen I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

Bb                              EbSo what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?
BbHe'd tell you to get a permit
FWell this time Tom I don't think so
BbIt's a neighborhood reunion
EbBut now we'd get along
FVan Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song
Bb                                    EbWith a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
BbThree handsome four string troubadours
FAnd Newton's own Fat Mike
Bb                                    EbI'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
FBut there's a back up in the bathroom
FCause the Badger's got the shits


Chorus:
Bb                               EbYou may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
Bb                              FYou can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Bb                                 EbRoast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
FI could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
Bb                            EbYou can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about
Bb              Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach
FAnd dump the sucker out
Bb                            Eb          Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
FI could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

BbMake me up dress me up
EbFeed me a big old shot
BbOf embalming fluid highballs
FSo I don't start to rot
BbNow take me to McGreevy's
EbI wanna buy one final round
FThat cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
FThen hurry up and suck 'em down

BbIf there's a god the girls you loved
EbWill all come walking through the door
Bb                                      FMaybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score
BbYou've got the bed already
EbAnd the nerve and courage too
FCause I've be slugging from
FA stash of Desi Queally's 1980s
FBathtub brew

Repeat Chorus--

Spread my ashes all about
Dump the sucker out
Toast me for a while
I'm going out in style