Finnegan'S Wake - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Finnegan'S Wake
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Traditional Rick (Arr) Barton, Matthew (Arr) Kelly, Kenneth (Arr) Casey

Lyric:
Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the world he carried a hod

See he'd sort of a tripling way
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laided him upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

His friends assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien begged to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you see
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you die?
Arrah shut your gob said Paddy MCGee

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
Biddy says she you're wrong I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor

There the war did soon engage
Woman to woman and man to man
Shillelah-law was all the rage
An a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle Of whiskey flew at him
It missed him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Tonamondeal, do you think I'm dead

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

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The Gang'S All Here - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: The Gang'S All Here
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mathew Kelly, Richard Barton, Kenneth Casey

Lyric:
Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real
A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain
Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness
To forget about the pain you take your bottle and drink your grain

Singing hail, hail, the gang's all here
Leave your worries at the door boy
For they're not going anywhere

Hail, hail the gang's all here
When the going gets tough
I know my friends will still be there

Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face
You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long
The money in your pocket may not get you through the day
But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong

Singing hail, hail the gang's all here
Leave your worries at the door boy
For they're not going anywhere

Hail, hail the gang's all here
When the going gets tough
I know my friends will still be there

Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton
You're no better or no worse than any mother's son
Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall
You recall the cheer "The gang's all here" and shout

Hail, hail, the gang's all here
Leave your worries at the door boy
For they're not going anywhere

Hail, hail the gang's all here
When the going gets tough
I know my friends will still be there

Hail, hail
Hail, hail

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail
The gang's all here

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail
The gang's all here

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail
The gang's all here

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail

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Barroom Hero - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Barroom Hero
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mathew Edward Kelly, Richard Garnet Barton, Kenneth William Casey

Lyric:
Face down in the gutter, won't admit defeat
Though his clothes are soiled and black
He's a big, strong man with a child's mind
Don't you take his booze away, hey

He's been at it for years, drinkin' balls and beers
He's a hero to most he meets, hey, hey, hey
But inside he cries, black, swollen eyes
This man, he sheds no tears

Now his wife and kids sing a different tune
As they worry 'bout their daddy dyin', hey, hey, hey
But this arrogant fool breaks every rule
It'll be nothing but pride that kills him

Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this man from dying

Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this fool from dying

He's a legend in the bar with every scar
Fights a thousand bigger men, hey, hey, hey
But now he fights and loses, got all the bruises
Will someone please step in?

This Irish fools got a great, big heart
He keeps climbin' back into the ring, hey, hey, hey
In the low down circles where he holds his court
This man, he once was king

Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this fool from dying

Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this fool from dying

This one goes out to the Boston Punks and Skins
A rowdy bunch they are
This one goes out to everyone at Six Fifty Six Adams Street
How you doin', fellas?
This one goes out to [Incomprehensible]
Ballroom heroes, one no longer with us
Last but not the least, this one goes out to
[Incomprehensible]

He's a legend in the bar with every scar
Fights a thousand, bigger men, hey, hey, hey
Now he fights and loses, got all the bruises
Will someone please step in?

'Cause this Irish fools got a great, big heart
He keeps climbin' back in to the ring, hey, hey, hey
In the low down circles where he holds his court
This man he once was king

Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this fool from dying

Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this fool from dying

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Curse Of A Fallen Soul - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Curse Of A Fallen Soul
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mathew Kelly, Richard Barton, Kenneth Casey

Lyric:
Another wake, another time, a premature goodbye
I've watched you go and I've seen you pass
I always knew that it wouldn't last
Together now we mourn the loss and remember all the fun
We'll drink the beer and we'll hang out where death took another son
So all for one and one for all, do we ever wonder why?
Though the reason's clear
This friend so dear was taken before his time

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man
With a toast that tells of the love you never shared
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved
Raise your glass! Sing the praise of a fallen soul

Now many bow their heads for this man they know so well
With solemn thoughts they'll drink and drug for a resurrection
(Facing death we fear no danger)
While mothers shed their tears through a vail of desperation
These fiends of a vicious breed raise holy hell

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man
With a toast that tells of the love you never shared
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved
Raise your glass! Sing the praise of a fallen soul

How many times can fate be changed
The dice be rolled is there no path of least resistance for the bold
(It's never sought and rarely taken)
Shocked and dismayed how it stole his life
When this grateful course of action takes it toll

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man
With a toast that tells of the love you never shared
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved
Raise your glass! Sing the praise of a fallen soul

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man
With a toast that tells of the love you never shared
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved
Raise your glass! Sing the praise of a fallen soul

Now let's all gather round in our costume suit and tie
Telling how this soul was A source of inspiration
(Love him now, he lives no longer)
But you never tell the tales of the times you turned your back
On this friend who never found his grateful path

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man
With a toast that tells of the love you never shared
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved
Raise your glass! And sing the praise of a fallen soul

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Boys On The Docks - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Boys On The Docks
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mathew Kelly, Richard Barton, Kenneth Casey

Lyric:
Boys on the docks

Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we are what we can't be alone
We came to this country and made it our home

This man so humble and this man so brave
A legend to many, he fought to his grave
Saved friends and family from the hardship and horror
In the land of depression he gave hope for tomorrow

Say Johnny, the boy, this one's for you
The strength of many but the courage of the few
To what do we owe this man who's fight was for the masses
He gave his life

Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand and divided we fall
Together we are what we can't be alone
We came to this country, you made it our home

A friend to the locals who dabbled in crime
He'd give you a job and he'd give you his time
He wasn't a crook but he couldn't be conned
John knew the difference between right and wrong

Say Johnny me boy, you live no longer
Others forgotten, your memory's stronger
Lets drink to the causes in your life
Your family, your friends, the union, your wife

Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we are what we can't be alone
We came to this country, you made it our home

Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we are what we can't be alone
We came to this country, you made it our home

And the boys on the docks needed John for sure
When they came to this country he opened the door
He said, "Man I'll tell ya, they don't like our kind
Though it starts with a fist it must end with your mind"

Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we are what we can't be alone
We came to this country, you made it our home

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Road Of The Righteous - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Road Of The Righteous
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mathew Edward Kelly, Kenneth William Casey, Richard Garnet Barton

Lyric:
Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life
Just a common worker, supporting his kids and wife
He put a plug in his jug, things looked up for sure
But the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure

Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life
Just a common worker, supporting his kids and wife
He put a plug in his jug, things looked up for sure
But the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure

I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
And a few have traveled
(This old lonely path)
I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
By God I'm sure we'll see some more
(Go their blessed way)

Hey it's gonna, take some foot work to get you on your way
They'll be pit-faults and some cat-calls
But hard you must persist
'Cause life is so precious ad we have only got one shot
So if you move along and you stay
God strong all the treasures will be got

I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
And a few have traveled
(This old lonely path)
I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
By God I'm sure we'll see some more
(Go their blessed way)

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
And a few have traveled
(This old lonely path)
I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
By God I'm sure we'll see some more
(Go their blessed way)

Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life
Just a common worker, supporting his kids and wife
He put a plug in his jug, things looked up for sure
But the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure

I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
And a few have traveled
(This old lonely path)
I've seen a few men go
(The road of the righteous)
By God I'm sure we'll see some more
(Go their blessed way)

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Go their blessed way)

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Upstarts And Broken Hearts - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Upstarts And Broken Hearts
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mathew Edward Kelly, Richard Garnet Barton, Kenneth William Casey

Lyric:
I once met a young girl filled with fire
That saw through my front to the shell of a man
She knew, I'd be a handful from the start
This strong willed woman had an angel's heart

The holes in these wings don't allow me to fly
So you'd better brace for a life of pain
And if fate is the path to this better life
Somehow, I feel you'll never see the faces change

Through thick and thin, she stood by you
She held the key to my broken heart

I look back and wonder, sit and ponder
How I could have ever neglected you
For the blood soaked soil on the old ball field
I gambled on a hand, I wasn't ready to lose

But if the tables were turned and I faced the troubles
Tough times and struggles I put you through
I'd have been there as you were through heartache and hardship
My life and my love are pledged to you

Through thick and thin, she stood by you
She held the key to my broken heart

Remember the nights, she waited and wondered
Fused to a myth that had taken its toll
But this godless man has mended his way
Never again will she be alone

I remember it well, still I always knew
That she was destined to be my bride
This woman had pride, she was full of life
I could see the passion in her eyes

She thought she found a man
But she fell for the devil, an evil monster in disguise
But now I'll honor and obey, forever stay
True to you, my Irish rose

Through thick and thin, she stood by you
She held the key to my broken heart

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Fortunate Son - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Fortunate Son
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
Some folks are born to wave away the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
Ooh, when the band plays, "Hail to the chief"
They point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks are buried with silver spoon in hand
Lord, they help themselves
But when the taxman comes on to the door
The house like a rummage sale, Lord

It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, son
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
Ooh, when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
They only answer, "More, more, more"

It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, look out

It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, you ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

It ain't me, you ain't me, me, I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, you ain't me, me, I ain't no fortunate son

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Amazing Grace - Lyrics - Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Amazing Grace
Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Rick Barton, Ken Casey, Matthew Edward Kelly

Lyric:
[Instrumental with barely audible traditional lyric]

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see
'Twas grace that taught my heart to feel
'Twas grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed

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