Irish Boy - Patty Griffin

Well, I danced in the arms of a black carry girl

In the scully square after the war

And I drank to get drunk and I sank and I stump

Like a drunk on a subway floor.

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And I never did marry Cathy O’Shade

She met another and they went their way.

To the wind, you’re a joy, just a drunk irish boy

Just a face in the crowd, I’ll be back around

To show you all something someday.

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There are some things that must remain secret

You can find no good reason to tell

There’s too many men telling their secrets these days

And I like to tell them to all go to hell.

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So I never had dreams that they never came true

As far as you know, anyway.

To the wind, you’re a toy, just a drunk irish boy,

Just a face in the crowd, I’ll be back around

To show you all something some day.

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Gonna be big, gonna be big to the highest of trees

We used to climb my brother and me.

High on the limbs, two laughing hyenas,

Over was Struckberry’s cemetery.

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To the wind you’re a toy, just a slim irish boy,

Coming back home from a war.

Just a face in the crowd, just a drunken out loud,

Just don’t try looking down, cause I’ll be back around

To show you all something someday

To show you all something someday.