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Gone Too Far
03:55
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Just My Luck
03:40
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Headin Out of Town
04:10
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Teardrops on Main St
04:27
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Narrowback
04:51
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Narrowback - Cahillane 1994
Long ago in Northampton town a couple of Irish came around they hung em both for stealin and murder though they were quite innocent
They raised a rock on Hospital Hill you can go and see it still yes they raised a monument to insanity.
In the wards of the crazy house they needed muscle they needed clout to keep the patients walkin straight to help the doctors seal their fate.
They hired strong immigrants like broad back micks who weren’t afraid to look a madman in the eye.
Black Beer and Irish Whiskey, Mothers milk from the land that my fathers father left.
Black beer and Irish whiskey Raise a jar and there you are back on the old sod.
At five years old I was told that I was a narrowback by a big man with huge hands I could barely understand
He lilted as he walked along hey didly di didly day he could drink and tell you stories all the night and all the day
Grew up in the catholic schools where the black robed nuns and the priest ruled we flipped em off behind their backs we smoked and drank and rock and rolled
Son watch your Irish tendencies me English mother she said to me and I watched them grow…day by day
Beer and Irish Whiskey, We’re dead and gone so very long you might as well enjoy it now.
Black beer and Irish whiskey pass us round the Jameson and we will sing this song.
Walked in to Sheehans Café, bellied up to the bar said draw me a pint of that fine black beer. The Big Bad Bollocks played a tune and John Allen had the room stompin and a shoutin and singin along
Drink ya bastards one more round this is the finest time in town there’s music and women and not a soul to slow ya down
Drink a toast to the old days drink a toast to your grandpas ways may ya be in heaven and hour before the devil knows your dead
Black Beer and Irish Whiskey, Mothers milk from the land that my fathers father left.
Black beer and Irish whiskey Raise a jar and there you are back on the old sod.
Beer and Irish Whiskey, We’re dead and gone so very long you might as well enjoy it now.
Black beer and Irish whiskey pass us round the Jameson and we will sing this song.
Copyright Vertigo Foundation 1994
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This Old Town
03:44
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7. |
Hold On
03:19
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Losin Battle
04:05
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9. |
Patina
03:04
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10. |
Electrical Fantasy
03:42
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Dad, Come Home! Shutesbury, Massachusetts
Dad, Come Home! has been recording and performing original songs since 1998.
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Rich Cahillane
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