Tattoo'd Lady
Rory Gallagher / Rory Gallagher: Tattoo (1973)
| Em | C | D | Em | ||
| Tattoo’d lady, | bearded baby | - they’re my fami | ly. |
| C | D | Em | |
| When I was lonely, | something told me where | - I could always | be. |
| C | D | Em | |
| Where I could push the penny | - if you got any, you’ll meet me down | - on the shoot gallery | . |
| C | D | Em | |
| You know I’m a fairground baby | - wonder what made me | - fall for the pearly | queen. |
| A7 | E | C#m | B | E | |
| Well I | spent my youth under a | canvas roof, as I roamed from town to tow | n. |
| A7 | E | C#m | B | |
| I’m not foolin’ when I | say I got no schooling - | never got the class bell | sound. |
| A | C#m | G#m | B | |
| From inside the caravan, | I hear the fairground band - | sounding good as they can | be. |
| A | C#m | G#m | B | |
| You know I can’t be found, | if you look around - | tomorrow we’ll be gone by | dawn. Oh Yeah! |
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| Em | C | D | Em | |
| I hear it on the loudspeaker, say the | fire eater is a | - real fine sight to | see, |
| C | D | Em | |
| You know, he’s a death cheater, some kind of | central heater, be sure to | - save a seat for | me. |
| C | D | Em | |
| Let me tell you about: wicked sadie, | she’s no baby, | the law came and tried to close her side show | down. |
| C | D | Em | |
| But soon she had the d.a. cheering the | police chief wearing | - her garter for a | crown. |
| A7 | E | C#m | B | E | |
| Well I | spent my youth under a | canvas roof, as I roamed from | town | to | town. |
| A7 | E | C#m | B | |
| I’m not foolin’ when I | say I got no schooling - | never let the school bell | sound. |
| A | C#m | G#m | B | |
| From the caravan, | I hear the fairground band - | sounding good as they can | be. |
| A | C#m | G#m | B | |
| You know I can’t be found, | and if you look around - | tomorrow we’ll be gone by | dawn. |
| Em | C | D | Em | ||
| Tattoo’d lady, | bearded baby | - they’re my fami | ly. |
| C | D | Em | |
| When I was lonely, | something told me where | - I could always | be. |
| C | D | Em | |
| Where I could push the penny | - if we had any, you’ll meet me down | - on the shoot gallery | . |
| C | D | Em | |
| I’m a fairground baby | - wonder what made me fall | - for the pearly | queen. |
| Tattoo'd Lady! |