One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Johnny sang
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Voici une histoire D'un homme cajun Amadie Adouin Etat son nom Avec sa guitare Et avec sa voix Amadie Adouin Etait le roi Here is the story Of a Cajun
In the big city Where the lights are low Cold dirty ground Where the rivers don't flow Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away In the big city Where
I've been loving you a long time Down all the years, down all the days And I've cried for all your troubles Smiled at your funny little ways We watched
I met with Napper Tandy And I shook him by the hand He said "Hold me up for Chrissake For I can hardly stand" The most disgraceful journey On which I
The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are
When I was a young man I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda
I've seen those signs a million times The chill that clouds your eyes The light that shines black as a coal Deep down in the mind And I'm hungry, and
I liked to walk in the summer breeze Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees And drink with my friends In the Hammersmith Broadway Dear dirty old drunken
Alligators snap at your ankles And branches snap at your brain If I ever get through this swamp alive I'll nevermore pray for rain This must be the
Christy Brown a clown around town Now he's a man of renown from Dingle to Down I type with me toes Suck stout through me nose And where it's gonna end
Hello boys I've been away On a bit of a holiday To the land where the rivers freely flow And the cattle roam on the wild callagh Walking home three parts
I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting
On the first day of March it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down A blade of light upon the
(Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer) It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare
