| Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus
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| I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
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| I went to hell and to the races
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| To bet on the Bottle of Smoke
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| The day being clear, the sky being bright
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| He came up on the left like a streak of light
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| Like a drunken fuck on a Saturday night
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| Up came the Bottle of Smoke
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| Twenty-fucking-five to one
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| Me gambling days are done
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| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
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| And my horse won
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| Stewards inquiries, swift and fiery
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| I had the Bottle of Smoke
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| Inquisitions and suppositions
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| I had the Bottle of Smoke
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| Fuck the stewards, a trip to Lourdes
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| Might give the old fuckers the power of sight
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| Screaming springers and stoppers and call out coppers
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| But the money still gleams in my hand like a light
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| Twenty-fucking-five to one
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| Me gambling days are done
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| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
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| And my horse won
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| Bookies cursing, cars reversing
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| I had the Bottle of Smoke
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| Glasses steaming, vessels bursting
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| I had the Bottle of Smoke
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| Slip a fifty to the wife
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| And for each brat, a brand new five
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| To give me a break on a Saturday night
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| When I had the Bottle of Smoke
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| Twenty-fucking-five to one
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| Me gambling days are done
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| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
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| And my horse won
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| Priests and maidens, drunk as pagans
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| They had the Bottle of Smoke
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| Sins forgiven and celebrations
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| They had the Bottle of Smoke
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| Fuck the Yanks and drink their wines
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| The moon is clear, the sky is bright
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| I’m happy as the horse’s shite
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| Up came the Bottle of Smoke
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| Twenty-fucking-five to one
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| Me gambling days are done
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| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
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| And my horse won
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| Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus
|
| I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
|
| I went to hell and to the races
|
| To bet on the Bottle of Smoke
|
| The day being clear, the sky being bright
|
| He came up on the left like a streak of light
|
| Like a drunken fuck on a Saturday night
|
| Up came the Bottle of Smoke
|
| Twenty-fucking-five to one
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| Me gambling days are done
|
| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
|
| And my horse won
|
| Twenty-fucking-five to one
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| Me gambling days are done
|
| I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
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| And my horse won |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bottle of Smoke , by - The Pogues. Song from the album Original Album Series, in the genre Фолк-рок