The Blue Tar Road chords by Daoirí Farrell

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Verse 1
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I  (D major) am a true -born Irishman,
a traveller of mine
My home's the road, no fixed abode
I must travel till I die
Although few men give me camping space
I am fewer, call me friend
O 'er the hand -road for the traveler,
I must travel till the end.
Hunger, hardships, and poverty
Are the travellers we reload
Hunger, hardships and poverty
are the blue tarot
I came to Dublin City Fair in the year of 59
And I camped in Lansdowne's
grim valley
With honours of my kind
Umberto Blaine's corporation
Gold Christians to a man
Tore down our camp and uprooted us
And rind out our caravans
Hunger, hardships and poverty
Are the travellers we reload
Hunger, hardships and poverty
are the blue -tiled road.
Out here in Cherry Orchard
No cherry blossoms bloom
We're forgotten and unwanted
In dirt and in muck
On the man above who died for love,
and was nailed on to a tree.
Well, wasn't he a traveler
the same as you and me?
Oh and please God in your own good time
Let the travellers we reload
And we'll bid farewell to poverty
and the blue tar road. you