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Cooper's
02:35
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Johnny Irish
03:13
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You'll see him in the pub with his cap pulled low
Knocking back the pints As the whiskey flows
Born in the states but his heart far away
The boys all call him Johnny Irish USA
Dropkick, Chieftains, Mahones, and Pogues
Rocking down the street with his band o rogues
Galway roots with a Boston sway
Whoa oh whoa Johnny Irish USA
Full Irish breakfast kicks the day off right
Sessions at the pub every single night
Tin whistle solos with acoustic guitar
Brian Boru's harp tattooed on his arm
Dropkick, Chieftains, Mahones, and Pogues
Rocking down the street with his band o rogues
Galway roots with a Boston sway
Whoa oh whoa Johnny Irish USA
He'll tell you he was born on St. Patrick's day
When he wants a Guinness it’s a pint of plain
Always hanging round where the craic is high
Singing protest songs and hymns until sun rise
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
Dropkick, Chieftains, Mahones, and Pogues
Rocking down the street with his band o rogues
Galway roots with a Boston sway
Whoa oh whoa Johnny Irish USA
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First Pint
03:44
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Spent the wee hours Just staring at the ceiling
Pining my minutes away
Lost loneliness is my only feeling
Can't seem to start the day
Dreaming of hope waiting for the sunrise
To bring some cheer my way
Waiting for the first pint of the day
Waiting for that nectar to wash my cares away
I know that I'll be grand living life just like I planned
Once I've had the first pint of the day
Get home each night and crawl into my bed
The evenings sweetness still on my lips
But then in the morning i find myself pining
To be in your comforting arms again
Waiting for the first pint of the day
Waiting for that nectar to wash my cares away
I know that I'll be grand living life just like I planned
Once I've had the first pint of the day
I've tried every drug from cocaine to love
But nothing else does it for me
Life is always better with a pint glass in your hand
No bad news can take that cheer away
So why limit yourself with societal restraint
Tip one back any hour of the day
Waiting for the first pint of the day
Waiting for that nectar to wash my cares away
I know that I'll be grand living life just like I planned
Once I've had the first pint of the day
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Last Wishes
02:19
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When I die take me to the sea
Wrap me up in sailcloth tied by the sheet
Wrap that anchor around my feet
When I die take me to the sea
When I go don't you cry for me
Because you know I'll be free
In the place I long to be
When I go don't you cry for me
I'll be there beneath the waves
If you need to visit my grave
Go to where my spirit lay
I'll be there beneath the waves
When I die take me to the sea
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Tommy Fakem Stoddard, New Hampshire
Tommy Fakem is an Irish Balladeer who delves into the Celtic diaspora with his music. Whether writing new material or arranging traditional songs Tommy is always at his best with his guitar and a pint at the pub.
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