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