The Devil Went Up to Belfast - Dave Norton
Verse 1:
C
The devil went up to Belfast, he was lookin’ for a show to steal,
G
He’d heard of a lad with a ukulele, whose fingers danced like wheels.
F
He found young Sean in a pub downtown, strummin’ soft, strummin’ low,
C
And he slid up close with a crooked grin, sayin’, “Boy, let’s see that flow.” (C) (G) (C)
Pre-Chorus:
F
“Well, I’m a devil, and I’ll wager this, my skills are tough to beat.
C
But if you win, this golden uke will be yours to keep."
G
Sean laughed and stood up tall, said, "Devil, make your play,
F
But know you’ve come to Belfast where the music’s here to stay." (C) (G) (C)
|Chorus:
|C
| The devil played his ukulele and he made those strings ignite,
|G
| But Sean just grinned and tapped his foot, his melody pure delight.
|F
| When the music stopped, the devil frowned, his pride was on the line,
|C
| For Belfast’s boy had played so strong, his soul would still be fine. (C) (G) (C)
Verse 2:
C
The devil’s hands were quick and sharp, his chords rang loud and clear,
G
But Sean had learned from Belfast streets, and he played without a fear.
F
The devil ripped a riff of doom, a stormcloud filled the bar,
C
But Sean brought light with a lilting tune that shined like a shooting star. (C) (G) (C)
Pre-Chorus:
F
“Well played,” said Sean, “but hear me now, this soul is mine to keep.
C
Let’s show this crowd how Belfast folk can make a devil weep!”
G
He picked up his uke and plucked a reel, the room began to sway,
F
The devil grimaced, tapped his feet, but Sean had seized the day. (C) (G) (C)
|Chorus:
|C
| The devil played his ukulele and he made those strings ignite,
|G
| But Sean just grinned and tapped his foot, his melody pure delight.
|F
| When the music stopped, the devil frowned, his pride was on the line,
|C
| For Belfast’s boy had played so strong, his soul would still be fine. (C) (G) (C)
Bridge:
F
The devil dropped his golden uke, his pride was burning sore,
C
“Belfast boy, you’ve got the gift; I can’t take no more!”
G
Sean just laughed and tipped his cap, “You gave a decent fight,
F
But here in Belfast, devil, music always shines bright.” (C) (G) (C)
Outro:
C
Now if you wander into Belfast town and hear a uke so bold,
G
Remember Sean who beat the devil and claimed his uke of gold.
F
The legend lives in every tune that echoes through the night,
C
Where Belfast streets and ukulele beats keep the spirit alive and bright! (C) (G) (C)
Verse 1
C The devil went up to Belfast, he was lookin’ for a show to steal,
G He’d heard of a lad with a ukulele, whose fingers danced like wheels.
F He found young Sean in a pub downtown, strummin’ soft, strummin’ low,
C And he slid up close with a crooked grin, sayin’, “Boy, let’s see that flow.” C G C
Pre-Chorus
F “Well, I’m a devil, and I’ll wager this, my skills are tough to beat.
C But if you win, this golden uke will be yours to keep."
G Sean laughed and stood up tall, said, "Devil, make your play,
F But know you’ve come to Belfast where the music’s here to stay." C G C
Chorus
C The devil played his ukulele and he made those strings ignite,
G But Sean just grinned and tapped his foot, his melody pure delight.
F When the music stopped, the devil frowned, his pride was on the line,
C For Belfast’s boy had played so strong, his soul would still be fine. C G C
Verse 2
C The devil’s hands were quick and sharp, his chords rang loud and clear,
G But Sean had learned from Belfast streets, and he played without a fear.
F The devil ripped a riff of doom, a stormcloud filled the bar,
C But Sean brought light with a lilting tune that shined like a shooting star. C G C
Pre-Chorus
F “Well played,” said Sean, “but hear me now, this soul is mine to keep.
C Let’s show this crowd how Belfast folk can make a devil weep!”
G He picked up his uke and plucked a reel, the room began to sway,
F The devil grimaced, tapped his feet, but Sean had seized the day. C G C
Chorus
C The devil played his ukulele and he made those strings ignite,
G But Sean just grinned and tapped his foot, his melody pure delight.
F When the music stopped, the devil frowned, his pride was on the line,
C For Belfast’s boy had played so strong, his soul would still be fine. C G C
Bridge
F The devil dropped his golden uke, his pride was burning sore,
C “Belfast boy, you’ve got the gift; I can’t take no more!”
G Sean just laughed and tipped his cap, “You gave a decent fight,
F But here in Belfast, devil, music always shines bright.” C G C
Outro
C Now if you wander into Belfast town and hear a uke so bold,
G Remember Sean who beat the devil and claimed his uke of gold.
F The legend lives in every tune that echoes through the night,
C Where Belfast streets and ukulele beats keep the spirit alive and bright! C G C