The Connemara Fox chords by The Waterboys

Chords with lyrics

Tuning: Standard (E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD G+G BB E MajorE)

Intro:
E MajorE E7E7 E6E6 x4

Verse 1:
E MajorE           E7E7 E6E6
There's a man on the run

And he's never been caught
E MajorE           E7E7 E6E6
He moves at the speed

Of the power of thought
          A augmentedA
And he carries the news

In a gleam of his eye
           E MajorE
That what you've been told

Is a kind of a lie

Chorus:
   C majorC
His enemies number fallen priests
 A augmentedA
Men of power and the crooked police
G+G
Cynics from the skool of hard knocks
   A augmentedA
And a motley crowd of mis-matched other old crocks
            E7E7
Who're never ever gonna catch

The Connemara Fox

Verse 2:
          E MajorE
They chased him in Cong
          E MajorE
They missed him in Maam
          E MajorE
He was already gone
          E MajorE
Never giving a damn
        A augmentedA
Wanted dead or alive
            A augmentedA
Up the back of of Dog's Bay
            E MajorE
But by the time they arrived
          E MajorE
He was leagues away

Chorus:
    C majorC
In an oyster bar playing dominoes
    A augmentedA
And the only clues he left his foes
    G+G
Were a fistful of dust, a change of the locks
    A augmentedA
The words of a Kris Kristoffersen song, a pair of old socks
          E MajorE
And graffiti saying so long, suckers
          E MajorE
Love, the Connemara Fox

Verse 3:
        E MajorE
He was in Bunnahown
          E MajorE
On the day of the fair
          E MajorE
When ship-like clouds
          E MajorE
Sailed the summer air
          A augmentedA
And a bodhran thumped
          A augmentedA
And a saxophone played
          E MajorE
As the people jumped
          E MajorE
And danced at the side of the bay

Chorus:
    C majorC
They say he had long elegant fingers
    A augmentedA
And when he was gone magic lingered
    G+G
A augmentedA bolt of love that stopped the clocks
    A augmentedA
From the village lane where the washing hung to the city blocks
          E MajorE
The name on every tongue
          E MajorE
Was the Connemara Fox

Verse 4:
          E MajorE
He left a diktat
          E MajorE
On the priest's window sill
          E MajorE
It said "Crough Paaaatrick, Sonny
          E MajorE
Is the paganest hill
          A augmentedA
In the whole lump of Ireland
          A augmentedA
It shone with green light
          E MajorE
That's why they buried its power
          E MajorE
Under Christian rites

Chorus:
    C majorC
And that bogus name to which it never belonged
    A augmentedA
That you can't even rhyme in a spell or a song
    G+G
You're trying to put life back into the box"
    A augmentedA
And the priest ran out with a scream in the night in his cap and frocks
          E MajorE
He never even caught sight
          E MajorE
Of the Connemara Fox

Verse 5:
            E MajorE
He'll be where there is music
            E MajorE
He'll be where there is crack
           E MajorE
He'll be howling the blues
        E MajorE
In the yard out back
           A augmentedA
He'll be down in the Claddagh
         A augmentedA
Playin' pitch and toss
           E MajorE
He says guilt's an imposter, baby
         E MajorE
You been double-crossed

Chorus:
    C majorC
And just when you think you've got him pegged
    A augmentedA
All you'll see are the backs of his legs
   G+G
A augmentedA shadow passing way over the rocks
  A augmentedA
A majorA wisp of hair, a ghostly snatch of the sound of a box
          E MajorE
No one's ever gonna catch
        E MajorE
The Connemara Fox

       E MajorE
The Connemara Fox
       E MajorE
The Connemara Fox
       E MajorE
The Connemara Fox
       E MajorE
The Connemara Fox