[Primeira Parte]
 
C            G     F
Irene pulled in at midnight
C      G         F
Lit on smoke and beer
 C      G              F                     Am        G       F
Proudly crawled to the porch and called your favorite child is here
 C       G         F
Ma asked where ya livin'
           C       G       F
And are ya livin' right within?
     C         G           F               Am      G       F     G
She said with fire like a gospel choir, a saint immune to sin
 
[Refrão]
 
     C
Old Irene
        G     F
Like a ravin bomb
                     C                     G            F      G
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on
    C
Old Irene
       G       F
Never lackin' charm
                    C                      G               F
Said I was feelin' good and in the neighborhood I mean no harm
  
[Segunda Parte]
 
 C         G         F
Irene sat down for supper
         C       G       F
Pourin' visine into her eyes
           C         G           F               Am         G        F
To see her tremblin' hand was to Understand some things you can't disguise
 C      G       F
Pa said not for nothin'
        C             G        F
But you don't seem to be quite well
    C                  G       F          Am       G    F
Irene read back with a smilin' crack how could you ever tell?
 
[Refrão]
 
    C
Old Irene
        G     F
Like a ravin bomb
                     C                   G              F       G
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on
    C
Old Irene
       G         F
Don't believe in pain
                     C                       G                  F
She said to live this life you need a half a pint to keep you sane
  
[Terceira Parte]
 
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Irene said but I ain't happy
            C       G       F
Sometimes I wake up feelin' dead
           C          G        F                Am             G      F
And if the sun should shine I close my blinds, pretend there's rain instead
 C        G      F
Took down all my mirrors
       C            G       F
I gave away all my rope and guns
             C        G              F                     Am      G     F
Drowned the darkest times with some rock gut wine, and my faithful mash reruns
 
[Refrão]
 
     C
Old Irene
        G     F
Like a ravin bomb
                    C                     G                   F       G
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug that she comes up on
     C
Old Irene
           G      F
Said it's sad but true
                   C                     G                  F
In spite of all it brings it's the only thing that gets me through
  G                  C      G   F
You know it gets me through
                     C      G   F
You know it gets me through
                     C      G   F
You know it gets me through
            C        G   F
It gets me through

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