Tom: D
D A7 D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
[Verse 1]
D A7 D
In the days that I was courtin’ I was never tired resortin’
A7 D
To the alehouse and the playhouse, and the other house besides
A7 D
But I told my brother Seamus I’ll be off now and grow famous
A7 D
And before that I return again I’ll roam the whole world wide.
[Chorus]
D A7 D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
[Verse 2]
D A7 D
Well I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Antrim and Killarney
A7 D
In Dublin and in Kerry, down to the coves of Cork
A7 D
But I’m tired of all this pleasure so now I’ll take my leisure
A7 D
And the next time that you hear from me I’ll write you from New York.
[Chorus]
D A7 D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
[Verse 3]
D A7 D
When I landed in America, I met a man named Burke
A7 D
He told me if I’d stay a while he’d surely find me work
A7 D
But work he didn’t find me, so there’s nothing here to bind me
A7 D
I’m off for San Francisco and Californi-yay.
[Chorus]
D A7 D
Good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
[Verse 4]
D A7 D
Well I’m now in San Francisco and me fortune it is made
A7 D
Me pockets loaded down with gold, I’ll throw away me spade
A7 D
I’ll go back to dear old Erin spend me fortune never carin’
A7 D
I’ll marry Queen Victori’, Mrs. Durkin for to spite.
[Chorus]
D A7 D
So, it’s good-bye Mrs. Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin’
A7 D
No more I’ll dig your prates, no longer I’ll be poor
A7 D
As sure as my name is Barney I’m off to Califarny
A7 D
Instead of diggin’ praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of gold.
