Christy Moore

Missing You

Christy Moore


Tom: C

(intro 2x)   Dm F G Am

  Dm                         G     A
    In nineteen hundred and eighty six,
                 Am                      G        Dm
    there’s not much for a chippie but swinging a pick.
             Dm                     G         A
    And you can’t live on love, and on love alone,
           Am                      G             Dm
    so you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam.

         Dm                     G          A
    To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick,
     Am                   G         Dm
    good for nothing but stacking a brick.
         Dm                          G         A
    Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod,
    Am               G       Dm
    two work horses heavily shod.

 F  C    G      Dm             F            C         Am
Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give all for the price of a flight.
 F    C  G      Dm  F           C       G
Oh, I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon.

   Dm                   G         A
3. Who did you murder, are you a spy?
                Dm
    I'm just fond of a drink, helps me laugh, helps me cry.
           Dm                          G         A
    Now, I just drink red biddy for a permanent high,
       Am                       G          Dm
    I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die.

 F  C    G      Dm             F            C         Am
Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give all for the price of a flight.
 F    C  G      Dm  F           C       G
Oh, I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon.

    Dm                        G         A
    All ye young people, now take my advice,
             Am                      G           Dm
    before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice.
               Dm                           G          A
    'Cause you can't live without love, without love alone,
         Am                                 G     Dm
    the proof is round the West End in the nobody zone,

              Dm                       G           A
    Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge,
            Am                          G           Dm
    wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge.
              Dm                  G             A
    And I'll never go home now because of the shame,
         Am                         G         Dm
    of a misfit's reflection in a shop window pane.

 F  C    G      Dm             F            C         Am
Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give all for the price of a flight.
 F    C  G      Dm  F           C       G
Oh, I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon.

 F  C    G      Dm             F            C         Am
Oh, I'm missing you, I'd give all for the price of a flight.
 F    C  G      Dm  F           C       G
Oh, I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon.