Tim O'Brien Lyrics
Tim O'Brien Lyrics
"Me and Dirk's Trip to Ireland Lyrics"
Young Lions Lyrics
Hot tribal night underneath florescent skies bonfires rage strange wild waving shouting Picasso faces In the guise of
Hot tribal night underneath florescent skies bonfires rage strange wild waving shouting Picasso faces In the guise of
Me and Dirk took a little trip
Across the sea on a big air ship
Riley Baugus came along
Helped us play our banjo songs
Prettiest place that I've ever seen
Entirely covered in emerald green
Chorus: Ate a lotta hog
Drank a lotta grog
Steppe
Love Won't Let Me Wait Lyrics
I need to have you next to me in more ways than one And I refuse to leave till I see the mornin' sun The time is right, you ho
d in a bog I need to have you next to me in more ways than one And I refuse to leave till I see the mornin' sun The time is right, you ho
Came back in a fog
Place over there called Crosses of Annagh
West Clare's answer to the Copa Caabana
Mairtin and Danny, Siobhan and Ciaran
Reelin in the front room, Dermy was steerin
Three in the mornin, our welcome was shot
We move
And The Hunt Starts Again Lyrics
And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse But it's surreal, you're not who you think, feel so detached Just to your
d the session to the parkin lot And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse But it's surreal, you're not who you think, feel so detached Just to your
Half an hour later, nature was callin
Got to the point where there's no more stallin
Dirk climbed up on a three foot wall
We all cried No! as he started to fall
Up to his thighs in a soggy ooze
Peein as the water filled u
The Bridge Builders Lyrics
you asked me a question i think i was somewhere else you said "you're not listening" you said i never do but
p his shoes you asked me a question i think i was somewhere else you said "you're not listening" you said i never do but
Five in the mornin, sun comin up
Playin more tunes, we were in our cups
Up on a trailer dancin the tango
Three steps, boom, it's a fine fandango
A little while later, sun gettin higher
We rolled Harry Bradley in a tractor tire