* Song: * Album: * Version: * Interpretation: * Tuning: * Notes: I'm a Bogman Between The Mountain And The Moonbr> 1 / 1 Michelle Kinkead (mmkinkead@bigfoot.com) Db Ab Db Gb Ab Db (DADGAD) but half step lower Luka's celebration of his turf roots as a bogman (the equivalent of an Okie from Fanokie for some of you)

I'm a Bogman

   Am---- Dm-----G
D: 0------0------0
A: 0------0------0
G: 5------7------4
D: 7------0------5
A: 7------8------5
D: 7------0------5



Intro:
Am	Dm    G
Am	Dm    G


Am							 Dm				       G
So many people look at the bog as a place that just lies dead
Am					   Dm				      G
Nothin' to do for the body, nothin' to give to the head

  Am							 
Takin' me where the heather and the moss grows
    Dm	               G	      Am
The turf lies, row after row out there, in the sun to dry
   Dm		               G
I breathe it in as I pedal on by
         Am
With the kids and the dogs,
Muckin' it together
Dm
Bringin' in the turf
                   G
No matter what the weather

      Am           Dm
I'm a Bogman, deep down
     G       Am         Dm        G
It's where I come from  yaahhhhhhhh
      Am           Dm
I'm a Bogman, deep down
     G       Am         Dm     G
It's where I come from


I'd love to see Arizona
Or the West Australian sands
But my heart belongs to
Those precious wetlands

No matter where your travellin' takes you
Sure the bog will never leave you
Some people look for God above 
But down in the bog I found love

Where the heather and the moss grows
The turf lies, row after row 
Out there, in the sun to dry
I breathe it in as I pedal on by
With the kids and the dogs,
Muckin' it together
Bringin' in the turf
No matter what the weather

I'm a Bogman, deep down
It's where I come from
I'm a Bogman, deep down
It's where I come from

(The lyrics for the following verse by Christy Moore are verrrry 
unsure [thanks to everyone, including Luka, who tried to decipher them!].  
I don't think Luka does this verse live--he does the dumdiddlyupdillydyyup 
part instead.)

I was far away 
I was feelin' down
And took a trip back to Milltown  
Saddled the pony for Dullins Lane (?)
Headin' for the turf bank journeyin' to stain (??)
Cuttin' it thick
T'rowin' it high
Gary's in the bank, 
He's spreadin' it to dry
Footin' it, puttin' it
Clappin' it together
Bringin' home the turf 
No matter what the weather

I'm a Bogman, deep down
It's where I come from
I'm a Bogman, deep down
It's where I come from

I'm a Bogman, deep down
It's where I come from...

**end with a quick Am-G-Am

**in Amsterdam (Nov. '99), Luka sang a new (to us) verse--—anyone out there miraculously have the lyrics we could post?