Of all the money that e'er I spent I've spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I did Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want
Okay, it's time for Sayonara Go on, Yankee break my heart There's nothing left for us to say now Even the best friends, they must part [Incomprehensible
When I was young, I watched the cars When I was older, I drank in bars When I was young, well, I chewed the leaves When I was older, I drank with thieves
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain I wish to God I was back in the sea again Though that belongs to the world of never will be There was never a wilder
Jesse James, we understand, has killed many a man He robbed the Union trains He stole from the rich, he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos and
Well, if I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the Angels won't receive me Let me go,
I come old friend from hell tonight Across the rotting sea Nor the nails of the cross, nor the blood of Christ Can bring you help this eve The dead have
Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan The middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone Holes in my shoes where the rain comes in I'm sittin
How come when I got the ace of hearts You always draw the ace of spades How's it when your best friend Brings you lilies on your birthday How come, yeah
If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME Let me go, boys
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I'll be with them asleep or dreaming I'll be there when they wake up screaming At the hour of death I will nurse them To have a moment more to curse them
Sit down by the fire And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish you
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow And farewell you streets of pain I'll not return to feel more sorrow Nor to see more young men slain Through the last
In the days when I was courtin' I was seldom done resortin' In the ale house and the playhouse And many's the house between I told me brother Seamus
Farewell to you, my own true love I am going far, far away I am bound for California And I know that I'll return someday So fare thee well, my own true
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