Come Out Ye Black And Tans chords by Lack Of Limits

Chords with lyrics

Verse 1:

A minorAm                    G+G
I was born on a Dublin street, where the royal drums did beat

A minorAm
And the loving English feet they walked all over us

  C majorC              G+G
And every single night, when my father came home tight

  A minorAm          G+G        A minorAm G+G A minorAm
He awoke the neighbours outside with his chorus


Chorus:

A minorAm                   G+G
Come out you Black´n´Tans, come out and fight me like a man

      A minorAm
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders

      C majorC           G+G
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away

      A minorAm       G+G    A minorAm  G+G  A minorAm
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra

Verse 2:

   A minorAm              G+G
Come let us hear you tell, how you slammed the great Parnell

    A minorAm
How you fought him well and truely persecuted

    C majorC                 G+G
Where were your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear

     A minorAm     G+G      A minorAm G+G A minorAm
When our heroes of sixteen were executed


Chorus:

A minorAm                   G+G
Come out you Black´n´Tans, come out and fight me like a man

      A minorAm
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders

      C majorC           G+G
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away

      A minorAm       G+G    A minorAm  G+G  A minorAm
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra

Verse 3:

   A minorAm              G+G
Come tell us how you slew them oul arabs two by two

      A minorAm
Like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows

     C majorC             G+G
How bravely you faced one with your brandnew pumpgun

     A minorAm         G+G        A minorAm G+G A minorAm
And you frightened the poor natives to their marrow


Chorus:

A minorAm                   G+G
Come out you Black´n´Tans, come out and fight me like a man

      A minorAm
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders

      C majorC           G+G
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away

      A minorAm       G+G    A minorAm  G+G  A minorAm
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra


Verse 4:

A minorAm                 G+G
Now the time is running fast and I think the days are here

A minorAm
When each f*ck*ng English yoeman, he runs before us

  C majorC                G+G
And if there'll be a need, then our kids will sing "God speed!"

    A minorAm       G+G       A minorAm G+G A minorAm
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan´s chorus