Cowboy Junkies - Simon Keeper(irony, oh irony) Chords

INTRO: Dm

Dm                            
Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.
         Am         Bb            Dm
Irony oh irony upon me it's never lost.


Dm
Gather 'round now people, I'm here to tell a tale
                                Am
About a man who walks among you, a man you each know well.
   Dm
My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids,
                    Am                        Bb                     Dm     
A job in the towers cooking the books for the shills that grease the skids.

CHORUS:
Dm                        Am
Irony oh irony, you are a bitter fruit to eat.
Bb                   C           Dm
Stripped of all your beauty your flesh is none too sweet.

VERSE:

Dm
Now I ain't the most honest man that ever worked a skim.
                                           Am  
I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar and brother that was it.
Dm                    
Fifty-four and a big black mark upon my resume,
                    Am                  Bb                        Dm
I found selling off what you don't own might earn you the time of day.


Dm
Next it was a letter from my darling one,
"what's yours is mine, what's mine is mine",
Am
Sealed with a hug and kiss.
Dm                       
One by one my children closed their lives to me.
                  Am             
Lesson learned on Daddy's knee,
         Bb             Dm
"give no quarter to the weak".

CHORUS:

Dm                          Am
Irony oh irony, you are the polar seed of truth,
    Bb            C               Dm
You grow upon the open plain the faithful you uproot.

VERSE:

Dm
Kicked around 'bout a year living hand to mouth,
                                  Am 
Then one day tryin' to bum a light  I felt my will give out.
Dm
Sat right down on the corner, started prayin' a little too loud.
                 Am
Left my troubles far behind
       Bb                             Dm    
When I saw them emptying their pockets out.

CHORUS:

Dm                        Am
Irony oh irony, you are a treacherous son of a b***h,
Bb                C              Dm
Pretending not to care about the heights you'll never reach.

VERSE:

Dm
Now I won't start in preaching 'bout reaping what you sow,
                                        Am
This is the story of a half-hearted man, half honest as they go.
Dm
But sit on down and rest a spell I've got another tale to tell.
                            Am                          Bb               Dm
About a lost young man in a far away land whose life is just too easy to sell

CHORUS:

Dm                            Am
Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.
Bb       C          Dm
Irony oh irony upon me it is never lost.

Dm                            
Jesus was a carpenter he died nailed to a wooden cross.
         Am         Bb   C             Dm
Irony oh irony upon me......it's never lost.