Getting Help From Musicians On Facebook

From time to time I ask for a little help on my Facebook page for notes to songs I'm not familiar with. My facebook page has over 5,000 followers and I'd guess most are musicians of some some degree of proficiency. Generally I get no help with my requests for notes. In fact it's like trying to get blood out of a stone. I find this odd as in real life musicians will go out of their way to help someone who's struggling with a song, but this is Facebook and facebook is fickle. It's not really a big deal for me as I usually work out the notes myself, but it would be great to get some help now and again. I suppose it goes back to the old saying, ''If You Want Something Done Do It Yourself''.

Gaelic Storm - Lover´s Wreck Guitar Chords

Gaelic Storm Play This Song In The Key Of Fm

[Em]A hundred days at sea, a[D] wretch away from misery
[C]Rummies and rats and tarry jacks, my [D]only fami[Em]ly
The island of salvation is [D]still a scream away,
As the [Em]lungs of the night blow [A]out the light my heart kneels down to [Em]pray

Lord, why did you take her? She[D] meant so much to me.
Now I’m a [Bm]wretched soul on a privateer, drowning out at [Em]sea.
I’m killing and I’m drinking my [D]blue heart to black
But I [G]swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again, [C]if you bring her [Em]back!
[Em][G][Em]

The [Em]Gypsy was a siren, [D]dripping with desire
Her [C]moonlit hair and skin so fair, as[D] warm as frozen [Em]fire
She had the loyalty of a cat, be[D]hind those pale green eyes
And [Em]through her cherry [A]lips, the devil slipped a thousand [Em]lies[G][Em]
A [Em]clan of rogues and vagabonds [D]occupied her head;
That [Em]thieving band took her [C]pale white hand, and [D]stole her from my [Em]bed
And like a ghost ship in the night, she [D]drifted out once more
To [A]land upon the sand of a[Bm]nother lover’s [Em]shore

Lord, why did you take her? She [D]meant so much to me.
Now I’m a [Bm]wretched soul on a privateer, [G]drowning out at[Em] sea.
I’m killing and I’m drinking my [D]blue heart to black
But I [G]swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again, if you bring her [Em]back!

In my sleeping mind, she sings a sad and lonely lullaby;
And when I wake, there’s just the ache that'll haunt me 'til I die.
When those winds of vanity no longer blow her west,
I pray they’ll guide her home (across the foam) and put my heart to rest.

A press-gang filled this man-o-war, to make the black-mouthed cannon roar;
Now all my trade is ball and blade, and blood forevermore!
And the sting of salt and spray, the ocean’s howl and squall;
A stumbling wreck, I roam the deck, at the devil’s beck and call.. at the devil’s beck and call

Lord, why did you take her? She meant so much to me.
Now I’m a wretched soul on a privateer, drowning out at sea.
I’m killing and I’m drinking my blue heart to black
But I swear, oh Lord, I’ll never sin again, if you bring her back!