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seven drunken nights | guitar pro tab и Mp3

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From: ludwig@mfrkhc.mfr.dec.com (Ludwig Alberter)Subject: CHOPRO: Seven Drunken Nights - Irish trad. CHORD 3.5 usage: -s 25 -g -a -L -p$2 -c 12 -C Helvetica-BoldOblique -t 16{title:Seven Drunken Nights}{subtitle:(Irish traditional)}[C]As I went home in Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be,I [F]saw a horse outside the door where [C]my old [F]horse should be.Well, I [C]called my wife and I said to her: Will you [F]kindly tell to me,Who [C]owns that horse outside the d[F]oor where [G7]my old horse should [C]be?Are you [C]drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,That`s the lovely sow that my [F]mother had [G7]given to [C]me.Well, it`s [C]many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,but a sattle on a sow sure I [G7]never saw be[C]fore.As I went home on Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,I saw a coat behind the door, where my old coat should be.Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,That`s the woolen blanket that my mother had given to me.Well, it`s many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before.As I went home on Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,I saw a pip upon the chair, where my old pipe should be.Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be?Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,That`s a lovely tin whistle that my mother had given to me.Well, it`s many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.{np}{textsize:14}As I went home on Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be,I saw two boots beneath the bed, where my old boots should be.Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,Who owns that boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,That`s the geraniene pots that my mother had given to me.Well, it`s many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,But laces in a gernaniene pot sure I never saw before.As I went home on Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be,I saw a head upon the bed, where my old head should be.Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,That`s a lovely baby-boy that my mother had given to me.Well, it`s many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,But a baby and his whiskers sure I never saw before.As I went home on Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be,I saw two hands upon her breasts, where my two hands should be.Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,Who owns that hands upon your breasts where my two hands should be?Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,That`s a lovely new night-gown that my mother had given to me.Well, it`s many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,But fingers in a night-gown sure I never saw before.As I went home on Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be,I saw a thing in her thing, where my old thing should be.Well, I called my wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me,Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be?Are you drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool? Still you cannot see,That`s that lovely tin whistle that my mother had given to me.Well, it`s many a-day I travelled, a hundred miles and more,But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before. well, it became kinda longish, didn`t it?-- ^ ^ ^ regards, EXTRA / / / NULLA Ludwig BAVARIAM / / / VITA v v v

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