Flogging Molly

Oliver Boy (all Of Our Boys)(Chords)

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Key: Dm

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    Dm 
Oh! Oliver Boy what did you do? 
    Am 
But crush the hand you never shook 
     Em                             Dm 
Then rob the rights of people to be free 
    Dm 
Oh! Oliver Boy it's a terrible state 
    Am 
You left behind a worse off race 
      Em                                 Dm 
Where dignity and pride fought for their place 
    C              Dm 
Oh! Oliver Boy now you are gone 
    Am                     Dm 
And we're still here where we belong 
Am                                          Dm 
Forgiveness being our strength you'll never see 



Dm 
Now the sun shines on this page I write 
            Am 
Though it's raining hard in Palestine 
   Em 
No lands are promised lands 
             Dm 
When will we see? 
Dm 
So don't tell me that your God's my God 
        Am 
I don't think they even care at all 
       Em                                 Dm 
Just a pantomime behind a curtain lies de-ceit 

   C            Dm 
Oh listen to me bark out loud 
     Am              Dm 
With-out a voice and little growl 
C               Dm 
Snapping at the heels I wait 
Am 
For something more to change 
                       Dm 
The more they stay the same 

Dm Oliver Boy! It's the same militia D Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different F Oliver Boy! It's the same old story A Dm Where there's blood there's death not glory
Dm Look into these empty eyes Am Fed upon by parasites Em Dm As beauty's ugly head devours its plight Dm While the borders of our hate create Am Nothing more than each our fate Em Dm Trapped between our comfort and our crime C Dm So stand along the graveyard wall Am Dm And watch the souls per-form their song C Dm Sing to us the dead above Am As the mourners come to pray Dm The living stay away
Dm Oliver Boy! It's the same militia D Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different F Oliver Boy! It's the same old story A Where there's blood there's death not glory Dm Oliver Boy! We're all someone's sons D All of our Boys! Just put down the guns F Oliver Boy! You're dead but listen A Dm You were wrong but we're no diffe-rent
Dm D Marching to the left, everyone in step Dm F A Don't ask the question, why we're here with no direction Dm D Marching to the right, this is not our fight Dm F A The curse of friction, born of man and contradiction Chorus 2 Dm All of our Boys! slow part Dm Now the sun shines on this page I write Am A Dm Though it's raining hard in Pales-tine

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