Tom: G G D G D I'm a man of the road, and I got no fixed abode, G C D No stranger to hard times. G D G D What I own is on my back, and they call me Crooked Jack, G C D What you see is what you find. Em C G D Well I've had my share of luck and happiness, Em C G D On many a feathered bed I've been undressed, Em C G D A'hundred girls I asked a'hundred times, Em C G D Won't you come with me won't you be mine, Chorus G Bm C G Through Ireland we'll roam, Through Ireland we'll roam, C G C D And if you won't come with me then I'll travel all alone, G Bm C G Through Ireland we'll roam, Through Ireland we'll roam, G C D NC No time for turning back, Crooked Jack.