The Dreamin’ (Tom Russell)


   Am	       G       C		         G
Oh whiskey is the life of man; but whiskey’s mostly water
	Am	     G      C		  G
and it’s whiskey fuels the worker and corrupts his only daughter
F	          C	      F		  C
The mountain water’s in the still, the copper pipes are steamin’
F		  C	          F	     Am7    D
they’ll soon be whiskey in the glass, and dreamers gone to dreaming


		  F	         Am
	Oh it’s the dreaming, it’s the dreaming
	  F				   G
	A young girl’s prayer, an old man’s thoughts a reelin’
		F	 	  Am
	Two lovers stealin’, the moonlight beamin’
		  F	G	C
	Oh, it’s the dreamin’, it’s the dreamin’


Oh I met her down in Dublin town, like a bottle fly I fell
To the spider in the blackbush of, the old railway hotel
I spun my web from Liffey’s walls, the back rooms down at Whelans
But oh, how sweet my poison now, is drowning in the dreaming


Oh it’s the dreaming, it’s the dreaming
	A young girl’s prayer, an old man’s thoughts a reelin’
	Two lovers stealin’, the moonlight beamin’
	Oh, it’s the dreamin’, it’s the dreamin’


Oh whiskey’s made of water, lads. Barley, corn or malt
and man and woman’s water mixed with poetry and salt
Bring on the pullin’ of the tides, the flash of eyes a gleamin’
then passion blends the elements – the yeast is but the dreaming.




Oh it’s the dreaming, it’s the dreaming
	A young girl’s prayer, an old man’s thoughts a reelin’
	Two lovers stealin’, the moonlight beamin’
	The search for meanin’, leads through the dreamin’



Oh whiskey is the life of man…

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