Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Whiskey Song - Feckin Whiskey, artist - Ricky Warwick. Date of issue: 23.09.2010
Song language: English
The Whiskey Song - Feckin Whiskey |
| Johnny came marching home that night |
| With the battle all but won |
| Then he pushed his girl against the wall |
| And he loved her like his gun |
| But them cotton fields he trampled when the boot starts to the floor |
| When opening doors and foreign lands cos living won the war |
| And the Lagan spawned a 100 mills, the Ropeworks and the yard |
| And feckin whisky oil machines were forged as work was hard |
| Brick by brick and street by street blood of careless hand |
| And sensible with amber came laughing to this land |
| Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale |
| Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream |
| Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life |
| It purges sinners greed |
| There though lies a secret you must punch above your weight |
| When the big ship sails in the alley o this bad |
| Before this summer cast it spell the fallen has gone |
| The thousand bombers left omagh in the spring of 41 |
| And the the Lagan spawned a 100 mills, the Ropeworks and the yard |
| And fecking whisky oil machines were forged as work was hard |
| Brick by brick and street by street blood of careless hand |
| With straps of glowing amber come laughing to this land |
| Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale |
| Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream |
| Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life |
| It purges sinners greed |
| round our way |
| To the smokey gathered in disguise bit like a |
| Well those that look like johnny still found that civil war |
| ‘cos someone to promise fecking more |
| Yet spirits fill this brim but a showels still a spade |
| And hope still waits for patience in the new old |
| And the lagging spawned a 100mils in north west |
| Feckin whisky oil machines were forged as work was hard |
| Brick by brick and street by street blood of careless hand |
| And sensible with straps of glowing amber come laughing to this land |
| Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale |
| Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream |
| Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life |
| It purges sinners greed |
| Oh oh oh oh every rhythm tells its tale |
| Oh oh oh oh every city sails a dream |
| Oh oh oh oh make feckin whisky last a life |
| It purges sinners greed |
| That feckin whisky… |
| That feckin whisky, that feckin whisky |
| And it purges sinners greed |