Tonalidad: D major
Verse 1
Eb
Gb
Ab
Eb
Gb
Ab
As the
Eb
Yates
swung on his hinges
letting out a noise
Gb
Ab
that had him shaking in fear
Eb
He curled up under the blankets,
Gb
eyes closed so tightly
Ab
Eb
In the hope that tonight
Gb
would not be like most other nights
Ab
Eb
The footsteps on the gravel pathway
served to announce the arrival
Gb
Ab
Eb
of the excuse that was indeed his father.
Gb
The fumbling of the key in the lock,
Ab
Eb
followed by under the breath
ramblings and rantings,
Gb
Ab
and then the crash of the door
Eb
being slammed
unceremoniously into its hole,
Gb
Ab
Eb
all served to confirm his worst
Gb
ever recurring nightmare.
Ab
Eb
Yeah, yeah, he was home.
Gb
Ab
It was time to pray.
Eb
Gb
Please God, please let him go to sleep.
Ab
Eb
Oh, please God, just make him sleep
Gb
Ab
Get down these stairs boy,
Eb
Gb
get down here now, belts his father
Ab
Eb
Get down these stairs assistant
Gb
Ab
He became an grier and angrier
Eb
and the interventions of his poor mother
Gb
Ab
were swatted away like a blue bottle.
Gb
Sing Danny boy!
Ab
Sing Danny boy!
Gb
Sing it boy! Boy!
Ab
Gb
Sing Danny boy!
Ab
Eb
Get here, get down the stairs boy.
Gb
Ab
Sing it, and sing it good.
Eb
He knew what was coming
Gb
Ab
if he made the slightest error.
A word out of place,
Eb
a verse in the wrong place,
Gb
Ab
a note slyly out or off -key,
Eb
he knew what was coming.
Gb
More than one occasion
Ab
Eb
he'd freeze unable to open his mouth,
Gb
instead he'd literally piss himself
Ab
as he stood there in the shadow
Eb
Gb
at this fucking excuse for a father.
Ab
Eb
He'd sing and give it his all,
no matter what the time,
Gb
Ab
how little sleep he'd managed to grab,
Eb
and he just hoped to god
that his old fella
Ebm
Gb
Ab
would sink into his usual armchair
and fall asleep,
Eb
often with a fag
Gb
Ab
or a cheap cigar still burning,
Eb
how he wished that one night that fag would
Gb
Ab
Eb
ignite his father to be a safe waistcoat
as he slept and burn that bastard
Gb
Ab
Eb
where he sat slumped in his stupor.
His mother would again
Gb
Ab
attempt to step in,
Eb
leave him alone, leave the boy.
Gb
Ab
Eb
But of course, this would inevitably end up in tears for her,
and for the lad
Gb
Ab
With a clip, or a smack,
Eb
or on occasion, a proper boutin'
Gb
He was singing for his bloody life,
Ab
and his mums
Eb
At the times he'd bat a leather belt
Gb
across his backside to pay the price
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Eb
For a fumbled word he reckoned
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were too many even to think of
Gb
Sing Danny Boy!
Ab
Sing Danny Boy!
Gb
Sing it, boy! Boy!
Ab
Gb
Ab
Sing, daddy boy!
Eb
Meetings turned into memories
Gb
But you know the old adage
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Eb
that time is a great healer, right?
Gb
Yeah, well there's some scars
Ab
that just cannot be healed
Eb
They're not visible, but they're there
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Ab
The deep and the sore as hell
Eb
And with you whether you like it or not
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Ab
No matter what you try to do to master
Eb
But time did pass
Gb
and this boy became a man
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Eb
And that man became a father
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Ab
A father to a beautiful daughter
Eb
For whom he'd lay down his life
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Eb
Gb
Ab
at the drop of a hat
Eb
It'd be great to tell you
that his dad got his comeuppance
Gb
Ab
But the truth is I don't know
if he ever did
Eb
Does that type ever get
Gb
what they truly deserve?
Ab
I have this picture in my mind
Eb
of the two meeting
Ebm
Maybe at family gathering,
Ab
probably a funeral
Eb
And the father having a pint
too many for a change
Ab
And trying to cajole his son
Eb
into singing that bloody song
Gb
Ab
Come on son, sing Daddy Boy
Eb
You know, for old times' sake
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Ab
For old times' sake
Gb
For old times' sake
Ab
No, you sing fucking Daddy Boy
Gb
Ab
You sing fucking Daddy Boy
Gb
Ab
And the father squares off, brash,
Eb
no fuck's given, no remorse
Gb
And all that son wants to do
Ab
Eb
is give his father a good hiding
Gb
Teach that old bastard a
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lesson to remember
Eb
He's shaking, he's livid,
Gb
Ab
and he wants to send that head in
Eb
But instead he doesn't give his
Ab
Gb
father the satisfaction
Ab
Eb
Doesn't give his father the opportunity
to think scores are settled
Gb
He looks him in the eye, shakes his head,
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Ebm
walks to his beautiful little daughter
Ab
Eb
and holds her like his life depends on it. He's the bigger man,
Gb
the better man,
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and he will never sink to the depths
of that cowardly, callous fucker,
Gb
no matter what.
Eb
No matter what!
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