Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freeman , by - Fiddler's Green. Song from the album Acoustic Pub Crawl, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 20.09.2012
Record label: Deaf Shepherd
Song language: English
Freeman |
| I met him on the motorway, said he was a free man |
| And did I have a cigarette |
| Hed been all over travelling, looking for a little gold |
| He said with a laugh, I found nothing yet |
| He had to get out of Ireland |
| The police there theyve got a lot of tricks |
| They give a dog a bad name — |
| You better believe that it always sticks |
| And he was worried about the rain |
| Lord, hed never seen it rain so hard |
| And I was thinking about that flame that burned in his heart |
| Hed heard about a job in London town |
| He hit the road from Liverpool |
| But if your name is Pat or Michael |
| Some men treat you like a fool |
| And he loved to hear old Brady sing |
| He knew all the words to Arthur Mc Bride |
| And when I put it on my stereo |
| Old man broke right down and cried |
| He talked about a bar he knew in Dublin |
| Lord, he wished we were there tonight |
| And we talked about the travelling — |
| Sooner or later were gonna get it right |
| When I left him on that same motorway |
| It was a bright cafe in a dark night |
| And as I turned away to leave him |
| He said, Lady Luck may she treat you right |