Written by Paddy McAloon
Em7 E D/A Bm7 Em7 E Who does not adore the sound A Em7 E Of music in the names of towns D/A A7sus4 To build a city on such picturesque ground Em7 Bm7 Em9 A6 That takes some sort of flair D/A Bm7 Em7 E We draw a line the ink is fear A Em7 E You stay that side we'll stay here D/A A7sus4 Its far harder to keep it up Em7 Bm7 Em9 A6 Than to tear it down Gmaj7 D/F# Does it take you back to the kind of world Gmaj7 Asus2 Hindsight calls the good old days? Gmaj7 D/F# Now that there's no room in an Einstien world Gmaj7 Asus2 A For simple cause and effect Asus4/9 A7sus2 A A6 Asus4/9 A Dub-----lin Dub-----lin Asus4/9 A7sus2 A A6 Asus4/9 A Home of pretty Col-----lens Asus4/9 A7sus2 A A6 Asus4/9 A Dub-----lin Dub-----lin Asus4/9 A7sus2 A A6 Asus4/9 A Nurse of such bitter dreams Em7 E Behind the soft and peachy skin Where D.N.A. or God begin Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in With stories from your mother In myths and less exalted forms The heady cocktail glory is born You know it's not a bottled storm So why do you indulge it Dublin Dublin home of pretty Collens Dublin Dublin, nurse of such bitter dreams Em7 E Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high Thats what my mother told me when I was about knee high Thats what my mother told me