She (F#m)played the fid dle (A)in an I rish band, but she (E)fell in love (D)with an Eng lish man.

Kissed her on the neck and (A)then I took her by the hand, said, “Ba by, I just wan na dance.” I (CN.C.)met her on (F#m)Graf ton Street, (A)right out side of the bar.

She shared a (E)ci ga rette with me while (D)her broth er played the gui tar.

She asked me, (F#m)“What does it mean, the (A)Gae lic ink on your arm?” Said, “It was one of my friend’s songs.

Do you wan na drink on?” She took (F#m)Ja mie as a chas (A)er, Jack for the fun; she got (E)Ar thur on the ta ble (D)with John rid ing the shot gun.

Chat ted some more, (A)one more drink at the bar, then put (E)Van on the juke box, got up to dance.

You know, she (D)played her fid dle (A)in an I rish band, but she (E)fell in love (D)with an Eng lish man.

Kissed her on the neck and (A)then I took her by the hand, said, “Ba by, I just wan na dance with my (CN.C.)pret ty lit tle (D)Gal way (A)girl;

you’re my pret ty lit tle (D)Gal way girl.”

You know, she beat me at darts, and (A)then she beat me at pool, and then she (E)kissed me like there was no (D)bod y else in the room.

As last (F#m)or ders were called was (A)when she stood on the stool, af ter (E)danc ing to Cèi (CN.C.)lidh, sing ing to trad tunes.

I nev er (F#m)heard “Car rick fer gus” (A)ev er sung so sweet; a cap (E)pel la in the bar, us (D)ing her feet for a beat.

Oh, I could (Bm)have that voice play ing (A)on re peat for a week.

And in this (E)packed out room, swear she was sing ing to me.

You know, she (D)played her fid dle (A)in an I rish band, but she (E)fell in love (D)with an Eng lish man.

Kissed her on the neck and (A)then I took her by the hand, said, “Ba by, I just wan na dance, my (CN.C.)pret ty lit tle (D)Gal way (A)girl,

my my my (F#m)my my my my (D)Gal way girl,

my my my (F#m)my my my my (D)Gal way (A)girl,

my my my (F#m)my my my my (D)Gal way girl.”

my my my (F#m)my my my my

And now we’ve (F#m)out stayed our wel come (A)and it’s clos ing time, and I was hold ing her hand, her (D)hand was hold ing mine.

Our (F#m)coats both smell of (A)smoke, whis ky and wine as we (E)fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night.

I walked her home (A)and she took me in side to fin ish (E)some Do ri tos and an (D)oth er bot tle of wine.

I (F#m)swear I’m gona na put you (A)in a song that I write a bout a (E)Gal way girl and a per fect night.

She (F#m)played the fid dle in an I (A)rish band, but she (E)fell in love with an Eng (D)lish man.

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her (A)by the hand, said, “Ba by, I just wan na dance, my (CN.C.)pret ty lit tle (D)Gal way (A)girl,

my my my (F#m)my my my my (D)Gal way girl.

My my my (F#m)my my my my (D)Gal way (A)girl,

my my my (F#m)my my my my (D)Gal way girl.”

My my my (F#m)my my my my