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Last Man Standing
04:16
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Last Man Standing
Hey, what’s the craic? I can hear him ask
At his favorite stool as I walk passed
With a cigarette dangling from his lip
And a paper and pint beside him
He was calm he was cool though his throne was a stool
He was king of the bar and nobody’s fool
And while the others would shout and puff their chests out
He held his liquor inside him
Where are you Johnny, where did you go?
What caused you now to be lying so low?
Innocence doesn’t come it only goes
But where it’s gone Johnny, the Lord only knows
We’d all pass the time with a song or a rhyme
The “Wild Rover” and the “Sweet Mountain Thyme”
The Pistols, the Clash, the “Rum, Sodomy, and Lash”
‘Till we got the whole pub singing
And the stories would flow ‘till it was time to go
Or the door was locked so the cops wouldn’t know
And we’d carry on ‘till the break of dawn
Just to do it again the next evening
CHORUS
And it’s true that these days, we’ve all drifted away
Engaged and married with children to raise
But you carried on—now may the Lord bless you John
And provide you with safe landing
‘Cause though the times have changed. like these cigarette stains
That cling to these walls, the memories remain
So let’s drink one more time to auld lang syne
And to John the last man standing
CHORUS
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The Last Hurrah
02:57
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The Last Hurrah
Me and Tom and Charlie were on our last tear
Before the army took us on a plane to God knows where
We were looking for a little more than our fair share
The Last Hurrah
Walking to the Bowery we fell into Scratchers arms
Like some love-sick sailors we fell for her charms
Seven shots of Powers could never do a soldier harm
The Last Hurrah
Too-ra-loo-ra-lay Too-ra-loo-ra-la
Too-ra-loo-ra-lay The Last Hurrah
Soon we met some foreign girls so we showed them all the best
New York City had to offer to her out-of-town guests
Until they passed out they were suitably impressed
The Last Hurrah
We all went for a tattoo but CHARLIE pissed and moaned
So we passed a bottle round again 'till she was and stoned
Now he's rolling up her sleeves to show HISå skull and cross bones
The Last Hurrah
Too-ra-loo-ra-lay Too-ra-loo-ra-la
Too-ra-loo-ra-lay The Last Hurrah
At half past four in the morning the bars had all closed down
And the bums were peaking out from their holes in the ground
So we drank a final toast to that dirty old town
The Last Hurrah
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Rave On
02:52
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Rave On Rave On
I was just a baby when I found my calling
Kicking and screaming and bitching and balling
My mother cried "Lord have pity"
"But If he don't stop crying I'll sell him to the gypsies!"
Chorus
Rave on (rave on rave on now)
Rave on (rave on rave on)
Rave on (rave on rave on now)
Rave on till I'm dead and gone
When I was 8 my father gave me
Lemonade and a shot of Jamie
The room did spin and my head did pound
But still I asked for another round yea
Chorus
And now it's older that I'm growing
Piss and vinegar blood still flowing
My guardian angels all have fled me
Convinced the devil himself had bred me
Chorus
At every pub inside this town they
Shout my name when I come around, hey
Even the cops say “how do you do”
Cause I’ve spent a little time there too, yea
Chorus
Hank Williams said before he died how
I'll never get out of this world alive now
But before St. Peter can decide my fate
I'll run him down and crash the gate yea
Chorus
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Whenever We Might Meet Again
I ain’t no rebel
No angel, no devil
No heartsick troubador
No tortured soul
With a heart of gold
Looking to sleep on your floor
I’m only hoping for a wink or a nod
Or a smile every now and then
Whenever we might
Whenever we might
Whenever we might meet again
I’ve been around
Up and down this town
More times than I care to say
Lived on dreams
That ran out of steam
Before the light of day
CHORUS
I’ve got no expectations
But if you should stop and stay
Perhaps you’ll find
It was worth your time
And I’ll see you again some day
Now a longing grows
In every man that throws
A guitar over his back
But in the end
I don’t pretend
You care all that much about that
CHORUS
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Clancy's Ghost Montclair, New Jersey
Five rock and roll veterans energized by the righteous urgency of The Clash, the ramshackle honesty of traditional Irish and American music and armed with a catalog of tough but tender tunes guaranteed to inspire the regulars at your local watering hole to both pump their fists in joy and weep unashamedly into their beers. ... more
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