A  C  D  G  A  E

[Chorus]
            A              C
Standing on hallowed ground
            D               G 
standing on hallowed ground
A                   C
All folks like to stand here
                E
And they're not even from this town
       A                C   
When I make myself some money
       D                 F
And my path in life is found
A                         E        A
I'm taking off to find my hallowed ground

[Verse]
E         A                 C
Well, I'm drinking in the graveyard
        D                  F
And I'm roving through the park
A                     C
Dreaming through the daytime 
           E
And just waiting for the dark
        A                C      
Cause that's when I can see them
        D              G  F
Pouring out the Cutty Sark
A                                             E
Stamping their bony feet to leave their mark

[Chorus]
            A             C
Stamping on hallowed ground
            D               F 
stamping on hallowed ground
A                   C
All folks like to stamp here
                E
And they're not even from this town
       A                C     
When I make myself some money
       D                F
And my path in life is found
    A                      E         A      E
I'm taking off to find my hallowed ground

[Instrumental]
A  C  A  D  F  A  C  D  E  A  C  A  D  F  A  F  E  A  E

[Verse]
           A                  C       
Well, they hung them from the windows
         D                   F
And they burnt them at the stake
A               Am
All their misdemeanors
         E
But they may have made mistakes
   A                    C   
So keep your cauldrons quiet
    D                   F
And keep your neck in brace
        A          F      A            E
You're lucky to be living in this place

[Chorus]
          A            C
Living on hallowed ground
          D            F 
living on hallowed ground
A                  C
All types like to live here
                E
And they're not even from this town
        A               C
When I make myself some money
       D                F
And my path in life is found
A                  F       Am        A      E
I'm taking off to find my hallowed ground

[Instrumental]
A  C  D  F  A  C  E  A  D  F  A  F  E  A  E

[Verse]
           A            C    
Well, the pyres are all ashes
        D                  F
And the water's running clear
      A             C
The screaming of repentance
        E
Is too distant now to hear
   A                     C
So I'll row my boat like Flora
          D                G   F
And I'll ride like Paul Revere
     A               F      E        A      E
I'm going to get the fuck away from here

[Chorus]
                        A           C
Get the fuck away from hallowed ground
               D           F 
get away from hallowed ground
A             C
People, get away here
                    E
Well, I'm trying to get out of this town
        A                C
When I make myself some money
        D               F
And my path in life is found
           A             F       E         A     D
Well, I'm taking off to find my hallowed ground
           A             F       E         A     D
Well, I'm taking off to find my hallowed ground
           A             F       E         A     
Well, I'm taking off to find my hallowed ground