Knocando

Michael Hurley

tom:

E                C#m
I had a glass of Knockando
   A     B      E
Ah yes I really did
E                      C#m
the flames that lived, they were blue
   A      B          E
as they recalled the red
E     C#m      A      B
Had a glass of Knockando
C#m     A       B
This is what I said
E           C#m   A          E          E       B       E
You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
E       C#m      A         E
can you hear the cracklin' fire
E      B        E
of the old pine wood

[Verse 2]

E                   C#m
Now everywhere that I may roam
    A        B       E
I'm greiving all the while
E                       C#m
from the valley where I longst to be
  A      B    E
I wander in exile
E     C#m      A      B
Had a glass of Knockando
C#m      A      B
This is what I said
E           C#m   A          E          E       B       E
You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
E       C#m      A         E
can you hear the cracklin' heart
E      B        E
of the old pine wood


[Verse 3]

E              C#m
No can do what I dream of
      A         B      E
in the dark and bloody ground
E                C#m
No can do good for you
     A       B        E
I'll see you all around
E     C#m      A      B
Had a glass of Knockando
C#m      A      B
This is what I said
E           C#m   A          E          E       B       E
You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
E       C#m      A         E
can you hear the cracklin' heart
E      B        E
of the old pine wood


[Verse 4]

E                         C#m
Go ye to the little black hill
A     B      E
go again you will
E                         C#m
enough for me, enough for you
      A        B      E
and a glass of Knockando
E     C#m      A      B
Had a glass of Knockando
C#m      A      B
This is what I said
E           C#m   A          E          E       B       E
You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good
E       C#m      A         E
can you hear the cracklin' heart
E      B        E
of the old pine wood