The Idler chords by The Mary Wallopers

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Key: D

🎸 Intro:

D

🎸 Verse:
      D                         A
Well, don't blame the idler who sits on the corner, sits on a corner a-cupping their hand,
D/F#          G         A                    D/F# D/E D/F# G         A         D
But blame the idler who owns the apartments, built by his cronies on ex-public land.

D                         A
Don't blame the idler who does the odd nixer, does the odd nixer while drawing the dole,
D/F#          G             A                               D/F# D/E D/F#   G          A              D
But blame the Landlord, his car's like a concorde, and he's charging fierce rent for a string of shit holes.

      D                         A
Well, don't blame the idler who sits on the bar stool, sits on a bar stool besotted each day,
D/F#          G         A                        D/F# D/E D/F# G              A             D
But blame the clergy, a-preachin' how dare they, pushing their baskets and subscriptions to pay.

      D                         A
Well, don't blame the idler not taxing his motor, not taxing his motor when tax it he must,
D/F#          G         A                        D/F# D/E D/F#   G             A            D
But blame the idler who stands at the checkpoint, just doing his job while the tax rate's unjust.

      D                         A
Well, don't blame the idler who sits in their kitchen, sits in their kitchen with needle and spoon,
D/F#          G              A                               D/F# D/E   D/F#  G        A          D
But blame the blue shots for austerity and budget cuts, that allow more young souls to perish too soon.

D                         A
Don't blame the idler who comes to this country, comes to this country a-seekin their home,
D/F#          G         A                              D/F# D/E D/F# G             A         D
But blame the idler who forgets their history, and says "Ireland is full" or "Look after our own".

     D                               A
See, don't blame the small man, your brothers your sisters,

your brothers your sisters if they're blamed they might seem,
   D/F#         G          A                          D/F#   D/E D/F# G                A             D
We live under a system not built to assist them, they survive on mere crumbs while the rich take the cream.

D                            A
So these the true idlers are far worse than any, they're far worse than any above or below,
       D/F      G             A                     D/F# D/E D/F# G             A              D
A now, povertys patrons worst divils than satan, and you can be sure straight to hell they will go.