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THE WHISKEY NEVER LIES
You said I was the one for you, I saw it in yer eyes
Your knight in armor shining bright, all others you despise
But when you had a shot or two you told me otherwise
And that’s when it occurred to me the whiskey never lies
You said you had it bad fer me, you'd take me to the moon
You said no other moved you so, no other made you swoon
But when the drink was in your blood you sang another tune
And that was when I learned the truth, the whiskey never lies
It never lies, it never lies
The whiskey never lies
It never lies, it never lies
The whiskey never lies
So when the bottle’s empty, I can see through your disguise
You better mind your tongue, because the whiskey never lies
You said you saw something in me, a diamond in the rough
You saw A rose amid the thorns, and that would be enough
But when you’d had the Jamieson’s you said some other stuff
And now I’ve heard the gospel, that the whiskey never lies
It never lies, it never lies
The whiskey never lies
It never lies, it never lies
The whiskey never lies
So don’t you go and try to pull the wool over my eyes
You better mind your tongue, because the whiskey never lies
Words and music by David Burns (ASCAP)
(c) 2007
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Gone astray, better times where can you be
River Slaney is calling out to me
On my way to where She meets the Irish Sea, I should be running down the wind
Southbound train, hold it for me engineer
Big jet plane ain’t no way to get me there
Southbound train, take me far away from here
I see it comin around the bend, oh, I see it coming
Around the bend
And I’ll be gone before the sunrise
And I’ll be on that train and on my way
And I’m headed for a new life, and I’ve got no time to pine
So I’m riding on the Wexford Line
Break away from the fetters, from the chains
Take away all the mis’ry, all the shame
Cause today I’ll be riding on the train
And I’ve been waiting, since I don’t know when
Wexford Bound keep me rollin down the track
Don’t look down cause there ain’t no turning back
Seems I found a way to slip right through the cracks
I won’t be fallin down again, no I won’t be fallin
Down again
And I’ll be gone before the sunrise
And I’ll be on that train and on my way
And I’m headed for a new life, going one mile at a time
So I’m riding on the Wexford Line
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Brennan on the Moor
05:06
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Raglan Road
05:25
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You may say I haven't served you well
You may say your life's a living Hell
But I can look at you and say through all your bellyaches
I may not move no mountains, but then you ain't no great shakes
No great shakes, I won't come a crawlin'
No great shakes, I've learned it all too well
And I will get you off my mind, no matter what it takes
The saints may not salute me, but then you ain't no great shakes
Drink too much, I fight and smoke and flirt
I come home late, there's lipstick on my shirt
But I told you I'd change my ways and learn from my mistakes
I'm no Mother Theresa, but then you ain't no great shakes
No great shakes, I won't come a crawlin'
No great shakes, I've learned it all too well
And I will get you off my mind, no matter what it takes
The saints may not salute me, but then you ain't no great shakes
So go your way, I won't follow behind
Here I'll stay, just me and my moonshine
and drink a toast to freedom, while my heart in pieces breaks
and I try to convince myself that you ain't no great shakes
No great shakes, I won't come a crawlin'
No great shakes, I've learned it all too well
And I will get you off my mind, no matter what it takes
The saints may not salute me, but then you ain't no great shakes
words and music (c)2007 David Burns (ASCAP)
all rights reserved
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Ten Years Gone
With the bottles lined up behind the bar,
waiting for the young ones from near and far
We're trying to forget who we are
so we fight our way to Killarney
So come on boys, let's raise a glass
to a headstrong laddie and a lovesick lass
It's ten years gone since I've been to mass
take me far away from Killarney
With the liquor flowing all through the veins,
as the heart takes over and the sanity wanes
we lament our losses and cheer our gains
as the night drags on in Killarney
So come on boys, let's raise a glass
to a headstrong laddie and a lovesick lass
It's ten years gone since I've been to mass
take me far away from Killarney
Then the lights come on, and you hear last call
And you did your best, but you dropped the ball
So you're flying solo, but aren't we all
It's a lonely life in Killarney
So come on boys, let's raise a glass
to a headstrong laddie and a lovesick lass
It's ten years gone since I've been to mass
take me far away from Killarney
Come on boys, let's hoist one up
And we'll toss a prayer before we drain the cup
It's ten years gone, so don't press your luck
Take me far away from Killarney
Words and music by David Burns (ASCAP)
(c)2007 All Rights Reserved
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Whiskey Yer the Devil
02:10
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Circadian Moon
01:56
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