| Well, I danced in the arms of a black carry girl
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| In the scully square after the war
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| And I drank to get drunk and I sank and I stump
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| Like a drunk on a subway floor.
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| (Chorus)
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| And I never did marry Cathy O’Shade
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| She met another and they went their way.
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| To the wind, you’re a joy, just a drunk irish boy
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| Just a face in the crowd, I’ll be back around
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| To show you all something someday.
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| (Verse)
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| There are some things that must remain secret
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| You can find no good reason to tell
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| There’s too many men telling their secrets these days
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| And I like to tell them to all go to hell.
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| (Chorus)
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| So I never had dreams that they never came true
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| As far as you know, anyway.
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| To the wind, you’re a toy, just a drunk irish boy,
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| Just a face in the crowd, I’ll be back around
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| To show you all something some day.
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| (Verse)
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| Gonna be big, gonna be big to the highest of trees
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| We used to climb my brother and me.
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| High on the limbs, two laughing hyenas,
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| Over was Struckberry’s cemetery.
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| (Chorus)
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| To the wind you’re a toy, just a slim irish boy,
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| Coming back home from a war.
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| Just a face in the crowd, just a drunken out loud,
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| Just don’t try looking down, cause I’ll be back around
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| To show you all something someday
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| To show you all something someday. |