Mull River Shuffle – the Rankins

Picture this...  It’s fifty years ago on a small country farm
Johnny McMaster’s Place 	 And its Friday Night
You've just finished ten hot days of back breakin labor
And the hay...the hay is finally in
You're sitting around the kitchen table Under the dim light of the kerosene  lantern
Everyone is laughing and joking and telling stories... about their neighbors
You're half way through a bottle of....Moon Shine
And You're gettin aaalllllll fired up....for the dance
Ladies and Gentlemen...I give you the Mull River Shuffle

D            G       A
Here comes Mister MacNeil
D                   G      Em
The fine shape that he is in
D                         G           A
There is no telling which way he'll feel
D                    G        Em
After his twister around the bend

D                     G      A
Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell
D                               G         Em
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
D                  G      A
Some are born of true detail
D
Some are purely fiction

D                    G      A
Look up yonder it's old MacPhee
D                         G     Em
He's having a few he can hardly see
D                    G        A
Wrapped his buggy around a tree
D
Someone call the Mounties

 	 … CHORUS

D               G         A
Up spoke fine young Cameron

D                         G       Em
At the dance got a fearful hammerin’
D                          G      A
Today he’ll be stutter and stammerin’
D
There’ll be hell to pay come Saturday

D                    G         A
Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell
D                               G         Em
There's plenty of stories that they will tell
D                 G      A
Some are born of true detail
D
Some are purely fiction


 	 INSTRUMENTAL

D              G     A
Danny Wright had a light
D               G     Em
Burning bright every night
D                G         A
Waiting for the fish to bite
D
Along the shores of 'Cocomagh


… CHORUS 

D                 G      A
There they stand by the door
D            G       Em
Selling bush by the score
D               G        A
Asking you to buy some more
D
Along the shores of 'Cocomagh


 	 … CHORUS

D               	 G       A
I'll go home, I'll go home
D                       	 G          Em
Full of the devil and full of the rum
D              G         A
I'll go home, I'll go home
D
We'll all go home in the morning 

REPEAT LAST VERSE TIL YOU PUKE