The Corries — The Folker

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[Verse 1]

          G                                              Em
Well, my name is "Fingers Murphy" but my story's seldom told
    D                         D7             D              G
I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a plectrum
      Em                D                  C                              G
I do requests-just the ones that have two chords in, And I disregard the rest
      D         D7      D     G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Verse 2]

          G                                      Em
Well, I stand on stage the hero a martyr to me trade
      D                     D7                D                                G
And carry the reminders of all the gigs I've played in like the Irish Club-in Luton
                        Em            D            C                                G
Where I fled in mortal fear-with the imprint of a Guinness bottle stamped across my ear
      D         D7      D     G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Verse 3]

          G                                        Em
Seeking twenty with expenses I went looking for a gig
        D              D7             D             G
Got no offers--just a come on from a groupie up in Neasden
      Em             D              C                           G
I do declare--I was feeling rather randy so I had her then and there
      D         D7      D     G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Chorus]

       Em                     D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
       Em                     D                 G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
       Em                     D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
       Em                     D                 G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya


[Verse 4]
            G                                            Em
Well, I've sung the full tradition with my finger in my ear
       D                            D7                 D                    G
Cause half the stuff I'm singin'-I just can't bear to hear-it's a load of cobblers
           Em          D             C                      G
Bar after bar--to the rhythm of an out of tune Japanese guitar
      D         D7      D     G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Verse 5]

         G                                           Em
Well, I met this great guitarist-I asked him for advice
         D                         D7         D            G
But the message that he gave me--wasn't very nice or even civil
           Em             D               C                             G
Stick it where--and if I did how could I tune it with it stuck way up there
      D         D7      D     G
Na na nya na na na na na na nya



[Chorus]

       Em                     D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
       Em                     D                 G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
       Em                     D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya
       Em                     D                 G
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya