F   G  C     G7


[Verse]

        C              F
Set 'em up, drink 'em down
     C             G
And pass the cup around
          C            Am                   F  G
It's the last we will share for quite some time
               Em            C
I've shaved my hair, wear a dress,
      Dm            Am
I've left my bonny wife
          F             C              G7               C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun on the stagecoach of my life


[Chorus]

          G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
         F          C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
        G                           C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
         G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
       F                 Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
          F              C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
         G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
        C     F  C   G7
Of my life.


[Verse]

         C             F               C    G
Well, I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus
     C              Am              F   G
And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some too.
         Em                    C
I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson,
     Dm              Am
But they are not as handsome,
        F             G               C
As the godhead whose skin is shining blue.


[Chorus]

          G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
         F          C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
        G                           C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
         G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
       F                 Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
          F              C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
         G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
        C     F  C   G7
Of my life.


[Verse]

       C            F
Hari, hari, ha, hooray!
    C            G
I chanted every day,
         C             Am            F   G
With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap.
       Em                 C            Dm               Am
And I pray all night to Krisna, cause he's a damn good listener,
        F            G            C
And he never, ever, ever answers back.


[Chorus]

          G
My sweet lord - Rama Rama,
         F          C
Got my ticket to nirvana,
        G                           C
It's a commune just left of County Cork!
         G
Share a pint with me lord Shiva,
       F                 Am
As we read the Bhagavad Gita.
          F              C
I've got Krisna riding shotgun
         G7
On the stagecoach of my life.
        C     F  C   G7
Of my life.


[Verse]

          C              Am       F                 Am
And when Irish eyes are trying to make the pommies pay...
           F              C
We'll get Krisna and his shotgun
    G7
To join the IRA, the IRA, the IRA
             C
Hari, ha, hooray