Christy Moore – Delirium Tremens (Guitar)

Studio Version

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I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink

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The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink

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There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs

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I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs.

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I looked out from under the blanket up at the fireplace.

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The Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin' in me face.

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Suddenly it dawned at me I was getting the old D.T.s

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When the Child o' Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece.

CHORUS

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Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,

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To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.

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As I sat lookin' up the Guinness ad I could never figure out

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How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

Well I swore upon the bible I'd never touch a drop. My heart was palpitatin' I was sure 'twas going to stop, Thinkin' I was dyin' I gave my soul to God to keep. A tenner to St. Anthony to help me get some sleep. I fell into an awful nightmare - got a dreadful shock. When I dreamt there was no Duty-free at the airport down in Knock. George Seawright was sayin' the rosary and SPUC were on the pill.** Frank Patterson was gargled and he singin' Spancil Hill. CHORUS I dreamt that Mr. Haughey had recaptured Crossmaglen Then Garret got re-elected and gave it back again. Dick Spring and Roger Casement were on board the Marita-Ann As she sailed into Fenit they were singin' Banna Strand. I dreamt Archbishop McNamara was on Spike Island for 3 nights Havin' been arrested for supportin' Traveller's rights. I dreamt that Ruairi Quinn was smokin' marijuana in the Dail Barry Desmond handin' Frenchies out to scuts in Fianna Fail. CHORUS I dreamt of Nell McCafferty and Mary Kenny too The things that we got up to, but I'm not tellin' you. I dreamt I was in a jacuzzi along with Alice Glenn 'twas then I knew I'd never ever, ever drink again. CHORUS