Hot Asphalt chords by The Corries

🎸 Verse 1:
   Am               C        G
Good evening all me jolly lads, I'm glad to see you well,
     Am              C      G
If you'll gather all around me boys a story I will tell,
 Am         C      G
I have a situation and begorrah and begob,
    Am       G       Am
I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob.

   C                 C
'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home,
   Am              G
After working in Killarney boys tae cut the harvest down.
    Am             C         G
Ah, But now I wear the geansai and around me waist a belt.
    Am      C     G    Am
I'm the gaffer o'the lads that lay the hot asphelt.

🎸 Chorus:
   C              C
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
     Am                G
And if it doesn't last forever, well, I'll surely eat me hat,
    Am             C         G
Ah, But now I wear the geansai and around me waist a belt.
    Am      C     G    Am
I'm the gaffer o'the lads that lay the hot asphelt.



🎸 Verse 2:
  Am               C      G
The other day a policeman comes and says to me: "McGuire,
     Am                G
Would you kindly let me light me pipe doon at your boiler fire "
   Am                C        G
And then he stands before it, with his coattails up sae neat,
     Am               C        Am
And says I: "Me decent man, you'd better go and mind your beat!"
    C                C
"Ah well," says he, "I'm down on you I'm up to all yer pranks,
  Am               G
 I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks "
    Am               C        G
then I hit him from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
     Am      C   G    Am
 That he landed in the boiler full of hot asphelt.



🎸 Chorus:

  C              C
 We laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
     Am                G
And if it doesn't last forever, well, I'll surely eat me hat,
    Am             C         G
Ah, But now I wear the geansai and around me waist a belt.
    Am      C     G    Am
I'm the gaffer o'the lads that lay the hot asphelt.



🎸 Verse 3:
  Am                C        G
We quickly pulled him out again and put him in the tub,
     Am                G
 And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub,
    Am                  C       G
Ah, but never the de'il the tar came off, he turned hard as stone
     Am       C         G    Am
And with every scrape we gave him you could hear the copper groan.
     C                C
Twixt the rubbin' and the scrubbin' surely caught his death of cold
    Am           G
So for scientific purposes his body it was sold
    Am              C       G
In the Kelvingrove Museum boys, he's hangin' in his pelt,
   Am      C     G   Am
As a monument to the Irish laying hot asphelt.


🎸 Chorus:
     C              C
Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
     Am                G
And if it doesn't last forever, well, I'll surely eat me hat,
    Am            C         G
Ah, But now I wear a geansai and around me waist a belt.
     Am          G       Am
I'm the gaffer o'the lads that lay - - - the hot - as-phelt.