Primeira Parte
C G F
Irene pulled in at midnight
C G F
Lit on smoke and beer
C G F Am G F
Proudly crawled to the porch and called your favorite child is here
C G F
Ma asked where ya livin'
C G F
And are ya livin' right within?
C G F Am G F G
She said with fire like a gospel choir, a saint immune to sin
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C
Old Irene
G F
Like a ravin bomb
C G F G
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on
C
Old Irene
G F
Never lackin' charm
C G F
Said I was feelin' good and in the neighborhood I mean no harm
Segunda Parte
C G F
Irene sat down for supper
C G F
Pourin' visine into her eyes
C G F Am G F
To see her tremblin' hand was to Understand some things you can't disguise
C G F
Pa said not for nothin'
C G F
But you don't seem to be quite well
C G F Am G F
Irene read back with a smilin' crack how could you ever tell?
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C
Old Irene
G F
Like a ravin bomb
C G F G
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on
C
Old Irene
G F
Don't believe in pain
C G F
She said to live this life you need a half a pint to keep you sane
Terceira Parte
C G F
Irene said but I ain't happy
C G F
Sometimes I wake up feelin' dead
C G F Am G F
And if the sun should shine I close my blinds, pretend there's rain instead
C G F
Took down all my mirrors
C G F
I gave away all my rope and guns
C G F Am G F
Drowned the darkest times with some rock gut wine, and my faithful mash reruns
Refrão
C
Old Irene
G F
Like a ravin bomb
C G F G
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug that she comes up on
C
Old Irene
G F
Said it's sad but true
C G F
In spite of all it brings it's the only thing that gets me through
G C G F
You know it gets me through
C G F
You know it gets me through
C G F
You know it gets me through
C G F
It gets me through
( C )