What Makes The Irish Heart Beat [With Don Henley] Paroles

I'm just like a hobo riding a train
I'm like a gangster living in Spain
Have to watch my back and I'm running out of time
When I roll the dice again
If lady luck will call my name
That's what makes the Irish heart beat
Well that's what makes it beat
When I'm standing on the street
And I'm standing underneath the Wrigley's sign
Oh so far away from home
But I know I've got to roam
That's what makes the Irish heart beat
(Ah, play it, boys)
And it was off to foreign climes
On the Piccadilly line
We were standing underneath the Wrigley's sign
So far away from home
Well I know I've got to roam
That's what makes the Irish heart beat
Just like a sailor out on the foam That's what makes the Irish heart beat
But I roll the dice again
If lady luck will call my name
That's what makes the old Irish heart beat
Oh, that's what makes the Irish heart beat
That's what makes the Irish heart beat