Standard (EADGBE)

Well oh well I'm back in the county hell

 I just flew in and my arms they feel like hell

I'm so glad to be back in the county hell

 I missed the smack, I missed the crack, I missed the killings too

 I missed the London Irish girls but especially missed you

 The USA never fails to make me blue

 Put me in charge I?d execute the Artistic Queers

 and all the fuckin bastards that drink trendy Irish beers

 My death squads would be kids from flats all high from sniffing glue

I'd use them to kill rich brits and the high city jews.

 The park bench Aristrocrats were drinking in the park

 And the junkies are still sneaking in for fix up after dark

 And Jock laid out on his park bench like it was his home settee

Singing like a fallen angel, me and Bobby McGee

 When I've done my patriotic chore and burnt London to the ground

 I'll go back home to Nenagh and get pissed every night in town

 Like the ol' folks say, you can't keep a good man down

 And the park bench Aristrocrats still drinking in the park

 The junkies are still sneaking in for fix up after dark

Jock's still layed out on his park bench like it was his own settee

Singing like a fallen angel, me and Bobby McGee

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

Nothin ain't worth nothin if ain't free

Feelin good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues

Feelin good was good enough for me

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee