Tom: G
G D G D
I'm a man of the road, and I got no fixed abode,
G C D
No stranger to hard times.
G D G D
What I own is on my back, and they call me Crooked Jack,
G C D
What you see is what you find.
Em C G D
Well I've had my share of luck and happiness,
Em C G D
On many a feathered bed I've been undressed,
Em C G D
A'hundred girls I asked a'hundred times,
Em C G D
Won't you come with me won't you be mine,
Chorus
G Bm C G
Through Ireland we'll roam, Through Ireland we'll roam,
C G C D
And if you won't come with me then I'll travel all alone,
G Bm C G
Through Ireland we'll roam, Through Ireland we'll roam,
G C D NC
No time for turning back, Crooked Jack.
