Come Out Ye Black And Tans chords by Lack Of Limits

Verse 1:

Am                                       G
I was born on a Dublin street, where the royal drums did beat

Am
And the loving English feet they walked all over us

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

   Am                   G                Am G Am
He awoke the neighbours outside with his chorus


Chorus:

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

           Am
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders

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

           Am              G       Am    G    Am
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra


Verse 2:

      Am                           G
Come let us hear you tell, how you slammed the great Parnell

        Am
How you fought him well and truely persecuted

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

         Am         G           Am  G  Am
When our heroes of sixteen were executed


Chorus:

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

           Am
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders

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

           Am              G       Am    G    Am
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra


Verse 3:

      Am                           G
Come tell us how you slew them oul arabs two by two

           Am
Like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows

         C                          G
How bravely you faced one with your brandnew pumpgun

          Am                 G               Am G Am
And you frightened the poor natives to their marrow


Chorus:

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

           Am
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders

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

           Am              G       Am    G    Am
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra


Verse 4:

Am                                 G
Now the time is running fast and I think the days are here

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

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

        Am              G             Am  G  Am
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan´s chorus