Bringing It Home

Racing through the city
Down to O’Connell Street
Fists were flying but the band played on
As I was knocked off my feet

I picked myself up off the floor
You can’t keep a good man down
All your fighting talk won’t mean a thing
If you [A7can’t last the ɾound!

Hold steady, hold steady
Let’s bring it home!
Let’s bring it home!

You talk the talk, can you [A7walk the walk?

Let’s bring it home!

The deck was [Am7]stacked against us
Our backs against the wall
But one by one they began to [C7]fall
And we cried, ‘We’ll take you [A7all!’

The light’s turned, it was [Am7]time to [C7]go
Singing all [Em]the way home
Sha, the night’s still young, I’ve nowhere to [C7]be
So pour a double, pour a double, pour a double for [Dm7]me

We’re bringing it home!
We’re bringing it home!

Racing through the city
Down to [C7]O’Connell Stɾeet
Fists were flying but the band [Bm]played on
I was [Am7]swept off my [A]feet

We’re bringing it home!

C’mon!