Out On The Road - The Tossers

«Out on the road, it’s dark and it’s cold,»

Said my mother as she passed by

«You'll never stick it long enough

You’re a fool to even try

You’ve gone off with a band of men, all addicts, skites, and bums

So you think you will enjoy your life in the tenancy and the slums.»

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

Out on the road is where your Uncle died

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

I have no time for you on the road

«Playing music ain’t no way to live

It’s hungry, cold, and slack

And if you walk out that door my Son

Well, you won’t be coming back.»

But it’s down the pub, all my friends are there

And there’s no place that I’d rather be

So, you think this life will engulf me?

Well I’ll tell you we’ll just wait and see

So I kissed my tearful Father at the door and I left him there

With five bottles of Bushmill’s and two on my chair

We set out for the county Clare

And it’s Ceili’s jigs and booze in Killrush

Dooneed can be quite a thrill

And I won’t come back 'till I’ve made my name

Until I have had my fill