The Connemara Fox chords by The Waterboys

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:
E E7 E6 x4

Verse 1:
E           E7 E6
There's a man on the run

And he's never been caught
E           E7 E6
He moves at the speed

Of the power of thought
          A
And he carries the news

In a gleam of his eye
           E
That what you've been told

Is a kind of a lie

Chorus:
   C
His enemies number fallen priests
 A
Men of power and the crooked police
G
Cynics from the skool of hard knocks
   A
And a motley crowd of mis-matched other old crocks
            E7
Who're never ever gonna catch

The Connemara Fox

Verse 2:
          E
They chased him in Cong
          E
They missed him in Maam
          E
He was already gone
          E
Never giving a damn
        A
Wanted dead or alive
            A
Up the back of of Dog's Bay
            E
But by the time they arrived
          E
He was leagues away

Chorus:
    C
In an oyster bar playing dominoes
    A
And the only clues he left his foes
    G
Were a fistful of dust, a change of the locks
    A
The words of a Kris Kristoffersen song, a pair of old socks
          E
And graffiti saying so long, suckers
          E
Love, the Connemara Fox

Verse 3:
        E
He was in Bunnahown
          E
On the day of the fair
          E
When ship-like clouds
          E
Sailed the summer air
          A
And a bodhran thumped
          A
And a saxophone played
          E
As the people jumped
          E
And danced at the side of the bay

Chorus:
    C
They say he had long elegant fingers
    A
And when he was gone magic lingered
    G
A bolt of love that stopped the clocks
    A
From the village lane where the washing hung to the city blocks
          E
The name on every tongue
          E
Was the Connemara Fox

Verse 4:
          E
He left a diktat
          E
On the priest's window sill
          E
It said "Crough Paaaatrick, Sonny
          E
Is the paganest hill
          A
In the whole lump of Ireland
          A
It shone with green light
          E
That's why they buried its power
          E
Under Christian rites

Chorus:
    C
And that bogus name to which it never belonged
    A
That you can't even rhyme in a spell or a song
    G
You're trying to put life back into the box"
    A
And the priest ran out with a scream in the night in his cap and frocks
          E
He never even caught sight
          E
Of the Connemara Fox

Verse 5:
            E
He'll be where there is music
            E
He'll be where there is crack
           E
He'll be howling the blues
        E
In the yard out back
           A
He'll be down in the Claddagh
         A
Playin' pitch and toss
           E
He says guilt's an imposter, baby
         E
You been double-crossed

Chorus:
    C
And just when you think you've got him pegged
    A
All you'll see are the backs of his legs
   G
A shadow passing way over the rocks
  A
A wisp of hair, a ghostly snatch of the sound of a box
          E
No one's ever gonna catch
        E
The Connemara Fox

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