Lyrics Crooked Jack - Countdown Singers

Crooked Jack

Come Irishmen
both young and stern
with adventure in your soul
There are better ways
to spend your days
than in working down a hole
The ganger′s blue-eyed
pet was I Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply
was because
I could work hard hours and long
I was tall and true,
all of 6 foot 2
But they broke me across the back
By a name I′m known
and it′s not my own
for they call me Crooked Jack
I′ve seen men old
before their time,
their faces drawn and gray
I never thought
so soon would mine
be lined the self same way
I′ve cursed the day
that I went away
To work on the hydro dams
For sweat and tears
or hopes and fears
bound up in shuttering jams
They say that honest
toil is good
for the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys —
it′s for sweat and blood
that they want you down a hole