Originally in E, I play in A; highest note that matters is the 1 (“had a life”
A cappella, or let ring
Vox on 1 1 6 of the key on “had a life”
| A | E | |
| I’ve had a | life that’s | full |
| A | E | |
| Every | one’s been good to | me |
| A | E | |
| So f | ire up that | fiddle, boy |
| F#m | B | |
| And | give me one last | drink |
| A | E | |
| When the | sun comes | up |
| A | E | |
| I will | leave without a | fight |
| A | B | E | |
| The | world is | mine to | night |
| E | E | A | B |
| x 4 |
| E | A | E |
| Old John on his | deathbed | cried |
| A | E | A | B | |
| I | think I will | wait ‘til to | morrow to | die |
| E | A | E | |
| The | sun is shining, | birds do | sing |
| A | E | B |
| This, sir, is | no day to | go |
| B7 |
| Up and out the door |
| A | E | |
| I’ve had a | life that’s | full |
| A | E | |
| Every | one’s been good to | me |
| A | E | |
| So f | ire up that | fiddle, boy |
| F#m | B | |
| And | give me one last | drink |
| A | E | |
| When the | sun comes | up |
| A | E | |
| I will | leave without a | fight |
| A | B | E | |
| The | world is | mine to | night |
| E | E | A | B |
| x 2 |
| E | A | E |
| Took young Molly b | y the h | and |
| A | E | A | B |
| Spun her ‘r | ound and b | ack ag | ain |
| E | A | E |
| Clicked his heels, b | owed his h | ead |
| A | E | B |
| Never a t | ear in his e | ye |
| B7 | |
| They c | arried on ‘til five |
| A | E | |
| I’ve had a | life that’s | full |
| A | E | |
| Every | one’s been good to | me |
| A | E | |
| So f | ire up that | fiddle, boy |
| F#m | B | |
| And | give me one last | drink |
| A | E | |
| When the | sun comes | up |
| A | E | |
| I will | leave without a | fight |
| A | B | E | |
| The | world is | mine to | night |
Bridge
| B | A | E | |
| So r | aise a glass to the | dear de | parted |
| B | A | E |
| Raise a glass to the | dear de | parted |
| B | A | B | E | |
| Won’t you | raise a glass to the | dear de | parted | ones |
| E |
| E | A | E | |
| The | room was full of a | ll his f | riends |
| A | E | A | B |
| Never a fune | ral, t | his was the e | nd |
| E | A | E | |
| They d | rank to all who l | ent their h | and |
| A | E | B |
| Everyone d | rank to J | ohn |
| B7 |
| Raised the glass and said |
Band out
| A | E | |
| I’ve had a | life that’s | full |
| A | E | |
| Every | one’s been good to | me |
| A | E | |
| So f | ire up that | fiddle, boy |
| F#m | B | |
| And | give me one last | drink |
| A | E | |
| When the | sun comes | up |
| A | E | |
| I will | leave without a | trace |
| A | B | E | |
| But the | world is | mine to | night |
Band back in
| A | E | |
| I’ve had a | life that’s | full |
| A | E | |
| Every | one’s been good to | me |
| A | E | |
| So f | ire up that | fiddle, boy |
| F#m | B | |
| And | give me one last | drink |
| A | E | |
| When the | sun comes | up |
| A | E | |
| I will | leave without a | trace |
| A | B | E | |
| But the | world was | mine to | day |
| E | E | A | B |
| x 4 |