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• Artiste: Joe Strummer
• Titre: Rose Of Erin
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Now way down in a woken town, Where the boys you might find Some happy and some sad But some drunk all around Let the breeze a'blowin' on 'em come home The door is shaken in the wind Now that's when the boys will sing To the rose of Erin Well she waited for the new railroad Rolling light to get in town You could see she was ready for the show As she came waltzing down Who's that singing in the alley? I, stepping all across the floor She became a new sensation, And everybody screamed for more With teardrops on bone, She drinks from the mountain spring They say it was the nightingale That gave her the voice to sing Ladadada, lalalalala la Ladadada, lalalala la Now, she's burned all the flowers at her door Sent by gangsters and candidates How many thought she was living with the lord Kept her picture like a saint Till one winter night in Chicago, (In a) cheap Cayman saloon She blew a model hole in a lover And blasted away from the room The poor handle revolver was found lying in the snow And she left one daughter in a bag of Cali gold She must have lost herself in New Orleans And cleared the light of Japanese Oh, the world is teeming down in old Hong Kong And the drifters leap across the China Sea Let the breeze upon 'em come home The door a'shaken in the wind Now that's when the boys will sing To the rose of Erin When it's late at night (the rose of Erin) When it's really late at night (Rose of Erin)