E                      E7 E6
There's a man on the run

And he's never been caught
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He moves at the speed

Of the power of thought
                    A
And he carries the news

In a gleam of his eye
                      E
That what you've been told

Is a kind of a lie

[Chorus]
     C
His enemies number fallen priests
 A
Men of power and the crooked police
G
Cynics from the skool of hard knocks
      A
And a motley crowd of mis-matched other old crocks
                        E7
Who're never ever gonna catch

The Connemara Fox

[Verse 2]
                   E
They chased him in Cong
                   E
They missed him in Maam
                   E
He was already gone
                   E
Never giving a damn
                A
Wanted dead or alive
                        A
Up the back of of Dog's Bay
                       E
But by the time they arrived
                   E
He was leagues away

[Chorus]
       C
In an oyster bar playing dominoes
        A
And the only clues he left his foes
       G
Were a fistful of dust, a change of the locks
        A
The words of a Kris Kristoffersen song, a pair of old socks
                   E
And graffiti saying so long, suckers
                   E
Love, the Connemara Fox

[Verse 3]
                E
He was in Bunnahown
                   E
On the day of the fair
                   E
When ship-like clouds
                   E
Sailed the summer air
                   A
And a bodhran thumped
                   A
And a saxophone played
                   E
As the people jumped
                   E
And danced at the side of the bay

[Chorus]
       C
They say he had long elegant fingers
        A
And when he was gone magic lingered
       G
A bolt of love that stopped the clocks
        A
From the village lane where the washing hung to the city blocks
                   E
The name on every tongue
                   E
Was the Connemara Fox

[Verse 4]
                   E
He left a diktat
                   E
On the priest's window sill
                   E
It said "Crough Paaaatrick, Sonny
                   E
Is the paganest hill
                    A
In the whole lump of Ireland
                   A
It shone with green light
                   E
That's why they buried its power
                   E
Under Christian rites

[Chorus]
       C
And that bogus name to which it never belonged
        A
That you can't even rhyme in a spell or a song
       G
You're trying to put life back into the box"
        A
And the priest ran out with a scream in the night in his cap and frocks
                   E
He never even caught sight
                   E
Of the Connemara Fox

[Verse 5]
                        E
He'll be where there is music
                        E
He'll be where there is crack
                     E
He'll be howling the blues
                E
In the yard out back
                     A
He'll be down in the Claddagh
                  A
Playin' pitch and toss
                      E
He says guilt's an imposter, baby
                 E
You been double-crossed

[Chorus]
       C
And just when you think you've got him pegged
        A
All you'll see are the backs of his legs
      G
A shadow passing way over the rocks
   A
A wisp of hair, a ghostly snatch of the sound of a box
                    E
No one's ever gonna catch
               E
The Connemara Fox

              E
The Connemara Fox
              E
The Connemara Fox
              E
The Connemara Fox
              E
The Connemara Fox