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