Come on Eileen

Come on Eileen.

(C)Poor old Johnny Ray

(Em)sounded (F)sad upon the radio;

he moved a (C)million hearts in (G)mono.

(C)Our mothers used

(Em)to (F)sing along;

who'd blame them?

(C)You're grown.

(You're grown up.)

(Em)So grown.

(So grown up.)

(F)Now I must say more than ever:

(G)Come on Eileen.

(C)Too ra, loo ra, (Em)too ra,

loo rye (F)aye.

And we can (C)sing just like our (G)fathers.

(D)Come on Eileen,

oh, I (A7)swear well he means at this (Em)moment.

You mean (A)ev'rything.

With that (D)you in that dress,

my (A7)thoughts I confess verge on (Em)dirty,

ah, come on

(G)Eileen.

(Em)Come on Eileen.

(C)These people 'round here

(Em)wear (F)beatendown eyes sunk in smoke dried faces,

(C)resigned to what their (G)fate is,

but (C)not us, no (Em)not us.

(F)We are far too young and clever.

(G)Remember, (C)too ra, loo ra, (Em)too ra,

loo rye (F)aye.

Eileen, I'll (C)hum this tune (G)forever.

Eileen.

(D)Come on Eileen.

Too loo rye (F#m)aye, come on

Eileen, too loo rye (G)aye, too ra.

Too ra, too loo ra.

(D)Oh Things won't Eiven change.

(A)leen.

(D)Come on Eileen.