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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] e|-0---------------------|-0--------------------0-| B|-1---------------------|-1--------------------1-| G|-0-----0--------0h2--0-|-0-----0--------------0-| D|-2--------2--3---------|-2--------2--3--2-----2-| A|-3--3------------------|-3--3--------------3--3-| E|-----------------------|------------------------| [Verse 1]
CHope everybody's Gringing on their Fown bell this Ammorning CHope everyone's coGnnected to the Flong distance Cphone GOld man, he's a Cmountain GOld man he's an Amisland FOld man he's aDmwaking says "FI'm gonna call, call my children Chome"
[Verse 2]
CHope everybody's Gdancing to their Fown drum this fine Ammorning --- CThe beat of distant GAfrica or a FPolish factory Ctown. GOld man, he's calling for his Csupper. GCalling for his Amwhisky. FCalling for his sons and Dmdaughters, yeah --- Fcalling all his children Cround.
[Verse 3]
CSharp ears are Gtuned in to the Fdrones and chanters Amwarming. CMist blowing round some Gheadland, somewhere Fin your memoCry. GEveryone is from Csomewhere --- GEven if you've never Ambeen there. So Ftake a minute to remember the Dmpart of you That Fmight be the old man calling Cme.
[Verse 4]
CHow many wars you Gfighting out there, Fthis winter's Ammorning? CMaybe it's Galways time for aFnother Christmas Csong. GOld man he's aCsleep now. GGot appointments to Amkeep now. FDreaming of his sons and Dmdaughters, and proving --- FProving that the blood is Cstrong.
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