Lyrics Finnigan - Moccasin Creek, Brenn Hill

Finnigan

Up Indian Canyon all the way down Argyle all the way down Nine Mile
You’ll hear his name
The drunks in the trailer park, Game Wardens ridin' ‘round in the dark
Doesn’t matter who they are
They all love him just the same
They all say, «Hey Finnigan, it’s always good to see you again
I still remember when you were drillin' for coal
You’re one helluva sawmill man so put a cold one in your hand
And by the way Old Finnigan, Blake says hello»
The fair at Emory County good folks all around me the conversation drowns me
When he walks in
The old rough coal miners and the dry land farmers young ‘uns and the old
timers they all turn and
Say, «Hey there’s Fin!»
And they say, «Hey Finnigan, it’s always good to see you again
I still remember when you were drillin' for coal
You’re one helluva sawmill man so put a cold one in your hand
And by the way Old Finnigan, Brenn says hello»
Bridge:
I’ve been all around this wild and crazy world
I’ve met folks from every walk of life
The rich the poor the Jew the gentile boys and girls
I’ve only met one woman I could ever call my wife
And there’s only one Finnigan it’s always good to see him again
I’ve heard all the stories of when he was drillin' for coal
He’s one helluva sawmill man so put a cold one in his hand
Then you tell Old Finnigan I said hello, Brenn says hello
You tell Old Finnigan, I said hello