A[Am] me name it is an Paddy
I'm called Pecker Dunne,
My [D]cry, "It is all for all, [G]one for
one".
I [B]walk the [Am]roads but I never run,
I'm the [D]last of the travellin' [Am]people.
[Am]With me banjo and [G]fiddle
I honor the song,
I'll [D]sing to all people who [G]do me no wrong,
But
if [B]others des[G]pise me I'll [D]just move along
And [G]know I'll find friends in the [Am]mornin'.
Oh, the money is [D]money and
friends they are friends,
I'm drinkin' with them
after [G]our money [G]ends.
But it [Cm]isn't the [G]money,
It's on [Am]them I depend,
when [D]times and the gards are a[Am]gainst me.
From Belfast to [D]Wexford, from [G]Clare to Tralee,
a [D]town with a pub is a [G]livin' for me.
I [E]haven't
a [Am]home, but by God I am [D]free,
I'm the [D]last of the [G]travellin' [Am]people.
[Am]Oh,
the road isn't [G]easy but [E]it's what I [D]choose,
I'm not always a[G] winner but I'll never lose.
I've the [B]pride
of me [D]race and the last of the few,
and I [G]live like my father [Am]taught me.
[Am]Now
I'm on the road again, [G]travellin' still,
[D]Summer and winter, keep [G]travellin' I will.
For the [Am]road it is
long and I know it'll [D]kill
the last of the [G]travellin' [Am]people.
