Goodbye Mrs Durkin chords

by The Irish Rovers

Song Key: Eb Major

Time Signature: 4/4

Tempo: 122 bpm


Standard Guitar Tuning: E A D G B e

Skill Level: Beginner (easy chords) 🟢

Guitar Chords in D Major: D, A

Capo: 1st fret (to play with the video in Eb Major)

Play-Along Video
R-H Chord Charts Chord Chart Legend
D Major A Major
L-H Chord Charts Lefties Chord Chart Legend
D Major-LH A Major-LH
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Goodbye Mrs Durkin

Capo on 1 if playing with the video.
Song Key is highlighted - Transpose to any other key
                 D      A     A      D
Intro: 4/4  ♩ |     -      |      -       |
           
        D             A                               D
Chorus: Good-bye Mrs. Dur-kin   I'm sick and tired of work-in'
                             A                            D
        No more I'll dig the pra-ties  No long-er I'll be poor
                              A                         D
        As sure as my name is Bar-ney  I'm off to Cal-i-for-ny
                             A                                     D      A
        In-stead of dig-ging pra-ties  I'll be dig-ging lumps of | gold -   |

 D                        A                                D
1. In the days when I was court-in'  I was nev-er tired re-sort-in'
                            A                                  D
   To the ale-house and the play-house, and the other house be-sides
                          A                                 D
   But I told my broth-er Sea-mus  "I'd be off now and grow fa-mous
                         A                                     D
   And be-fore that I re-turn again  I'll roam the whole world wide."

                 D             A                              D 
Chorus: So it's, Good-bye Mrs. Dur-kin  I'm sick and tired of work-in'
                             A                            D
        No more I'll dig the pra-ties  No long-er I'll be poor
                              A                         D
        As sure as my name is Bar-ney  I'm off to Cal-i-for-ny
                             A                                     D      A
        In-stead of dig-ging pra-ties  I'll be dig-ging lumps of | gold -   |

 D                              A                            D
2. Well, I've court-ed girls in Blar-ney  In An-trim and Kil-lar-ney
                     A                            D
   In Dub-lin and in Ker-ry  Down to the coves of Cork
                             A                              D
   But I'm tired of all this plea-sure, so now I'll take my lei-sure
                              A                                     D
   And the next time that you hear from me  I'll write you from New York...


                 D             A                              D 
Chorus: So it's, Good-bye Mrs. Dur-kin  I'm sick and tired of work-in'
                             A                            D
        No more I'll dig the pra-ties  No long-er I'll be poor
                              A                         D
        As sure as my name is Bar-ney  I'm off to Cal-i-for-ny
                             A                                     D      A
        In-stead of dig-ging pra-ties   'll be dig-ging lumps of | gold -   |
        
 D                     A                           D
3. When I land-ed in A-mer-i-ca  I met a man named Burke 
                     A                                  D
   He told me if I'd stay a while  He'd sure-ly find me work 
                      A                                    D
   But work he didn't find me  So there's noth-ing here to bind me 
                          A                     D
   I'm bound for San Fran-cis-co  In Califor-ni-ay!


Replace the chorus with the following words if you prefer... Da da da da da da dee da...

                 D             A                              D 
Chorus: So it's, Good-bye Mrs. Dur-kin  I'm sick and tired of work-in'
                             A                            D
        No more I'll dig the pra-ties  No long-er I'll be poor
                              A                         D
        As sure as my name is Bar-ney  I'm off to Cal-i-for-ny
                             A                                   D
        In-stead of dig-ging pra-ties  I'll be dig-ging lumps of gold

             D               A                             D
4. Well, I'm now in San Fran-ci-sco  And my for-tune it is made 
                       A                                   D
   My pock-ets load-ed down with gold  I'll throw a-way me spade 
                            A                               D
   I'll go back to dear old Er-in  Spend my for-tune nev-er car-in'
                         A                           D
   I'll mar-ry Queen Vic-tor-i'  Mrs. Dur-kin for to spite 

                 D             A                              D 
Chorus: So it's, Good-bye Mrs. Dur-kin  I'm sick and tired of work-in'
                             A                            D
        No more I'll dig the pra-ties  No long-er I'll be poor
                              A                         D
        As sure as my name is Bar-ney  I'm off to Cal-i-for-ny
                             A                                     D      A    D
        In-stead of dig-ging pra-ties  I'll be dig-ging lumps of | gold -   |  𝄑  |

Arrangement Details:

  • Key Signature: Eb Major - 3 flats (Bb, Eb, Ab)
  • Piano chords set: Eb, Bb
  • Time Signature: 4/4 — Four quarter-note beats per measure
  • Tempo: Moderately
  • Metronome: ♩ = 122
  • Voice Range: Eb4 - F5

Song Details:

The Unicorn Album Cover
Album Cover
  • Songwriter: Unknown
  • Melody: Set to the traditional tune of 'Cailíní deasa Mhuigheo' (Pretty Girls of Mayo)
  • Lyrics Begin: Goodbye Mrs. Durkin, I'm sick and tired of workin'
  • Featured Artists: The Irish Rovers
  • Genre: Irish Folk Song
  • Album: The Unicorn
    Released: 1967 (US)
    Format: 12" Vinyl
    Label: Decca Records
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