Shane MacGowan & The Popes

Shane MacGowan and the Popes - Crock of Gold

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27th October 1997 - MACG002 (ZTT Records)

TRACK LIST

01 |
 Paddy Rolling Stone
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02 |
 Rock 'n' Roll Paddy
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03 |
 Paddy Public Enemy No. 1
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04 |
 Back In The Country Hell
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05 |
 Lonesome Highway
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06 |
 Come To The Bower
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07 |
 Céilídh Cowboy
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08 |
 More Pricks Than Kicks
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09 |
 Truck Drivin' Man
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10 |
 Joey's In America
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11 |
 B & I Ferry
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12 |
 Mother No Chroí
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13 |
 Spanish Lady
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14 |
 St. John Of Gods
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15 |
 Skipping Rhymes
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16 |
 Maclennan
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17 |
 Wanderin' Star (Guest Vocals Charlie Maclennan)
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Lyrics

It was on the 23rd of June
As I lay blasted in my room
A small bird sang on an ivy branch
And the song they sang was the "Jug of Punch"

Tu-ra-lu-ra-lie, tu-ra-lu-ra-lay,
Tu-ra-lu-ra-lie, tu-ra-lu-ra-lay,
A small bird sang on an ivy branch
And the song they sang was the "Jug of Punch"

I don't need my junkie friends
All knockin' on my door
I just wanna do an old time waltz
With a buxom Irish whore

Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I've a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I'm howling at the ceilidh moon

Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I've a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I'm howling at the ceilidh moon

I'll be drinking whiskey in a ditch
With Scruffy, and Brick and Noel
Now I've gone and lost my gear
And I'm looking for my hole

We are Tex's riders
And we come from Nenagh town
One of these nights, durin’ one of those fights
Gonna burn the whole place down

Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I've a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I'm howling at the ceilidh moon

Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I've a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I'm howling at the ceilidh moon

When I die don't bother me
Just dig me a six foot hole
With a candle at my head and feet
And a jar of alcohol

Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I've a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I'm howling at the ceilidh moon

Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I've a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I'm howling at the ceilidh moon
I'm the lowest of the low
I'm the sickest of the sick
They let me out the funny farm
Just to put me in the nick
Then they let me outta the hole
Just to crush me on the dole
I'm the lowest of the low
A rockin boppin lunatic

Whack for me daddy
I'm a rock'n'roll paddy
Whack for me daddy
I'm a rock'n'roll queen
Whack for me daddy
I'm a rock'n'roll paddy
Stick another record
in the record machine

Here's to Geno, here's to Eddie
Here's to sad songs Big O sings
Here's a letter from Elvis Presley
Big Tom is still the King

I will stalk them in the back seats
I will stalk them in the bars
Rape their women and scare their children
Burn them in their brand new cars
The chasing girls was easy and drinking been was fun
And he went out one day and bought himself a gun,
He shot a couple of coppers and he joined the IRA,
And the papers called him Paddy Public Enemy No 1

The Coppers in the north they couldn't catch him
The British army they just couldn't touch him
He shot a couple of coppers and he joined the IRA,
And the papers called him Paddy Public Enemy No 1

One day the knock came at the door, they hauled him away,
The IRA they kicked him out when he was still in jail
When he got outta jail he shouted up the IRA
And the papers called him Paddy Public Enemy No 1

The coppers in the North they couldn't catch him
The British army they just couldn't touch him
When he got out of jail he shouted up the IRA
And the papers called him Paddy Public Enemy No 1

The factions all were fighting
their deadly power game
He said fuck them all and left the INLA
Wherever there was trouble
there was Paddy and his gun
And the papers called him Paddy Public Enemy No 1

The coppers in the North they couldn't catch him
The British army they just couldn't touch him
When he got out of jail he shouted up the IRA
And the papers called him Paddy Public Enemy No 1

One day he tired of it all and hung away his gun
When he hung away his gun he became the hunted one
He went into a phone box to make a local call,
They shot him in the phonebox
splashin blood upon the wall

But when he hung away his gun he became the hunted one
And that was the end of Paddy Public Enemy No 1
Well oh well I'm back in the County Hell
I just flew in and my arms they feel like hell
I'm so glad to be back in the County Hell
I missed the smack, I missed the crack,
I missed the killings too
I missed the London Irish girls
but especially missed you
The USA never fails to make me blue

Put me in charge I'd execute the Artistic Queers
And all the fuckin' bastards that drink trendy Irish beers
My death squads would be kids from flats
All high from sniffing glue
I'd use them to kill rich Brits
and the journalistic whores

The park bench Aristocrats
are drinking in the park
And the junkies are still sneaking
in for fix up after dark
And Jock laid out on his park bench
like it was his home settee
Singin' like a fallen angel Me and Bobby McGee

When I've done my patriotic chore
And burnt London to the ground
I'll go back home to Nenagh
and get pissed every night in town
Like the ol' folks say,
you can't keep a good man down

And the park bench Aristocrats
still drinking in the park
The junkies are still sneaking in
for fix up after dark
Jock's still layed out on his park bench
like it was his own settee
Singing like a fallen angel
Me and Bobby McGee

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothin ain't worth nothin if ain't free
Feelin good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
As I wondered down the long lonesome highway
I meet other people on the way
The broken hearted lovers who’ve been left along the by-way
Living by night and hiding from the day
The people I meet as I go on my way
They all have a story to tell
How they once had a lover who left them on the by-way
To wonder this lonely hell

And if you know, don’t let me go
And if you know, don’t let me go
And if you know, don’t let me go
I love you so
I love you so

So as I carry on down the long lonesome highway
I meet other people on the way
More broken hearted lovers who’ve been left along the by-way
Living by night and hiding from the day

And if you know, don’t let me go
And if you know, don’t let me go
And if you know, don’t let me go
Cause I love you so
I love you so

I love you so....
Will you come to the Bower
Over the free boundless ocean
Where the stupendous waves
roll in thundering motion
Where mermaids are seen
And the fierce tempest gather
To love Erin the green
The dear land of our fathers
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower

Will you come to the land
of O'Neill and O'Donnell
Lord Lucan of old
and immortal O'Connell
Where Brian chased the Danes
and St. Patrick the vermin
And whose valleys remain still
most beautiful and charming
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the Bower

You can see Dublin City
and the fine groves of Blarney
The Bann, The Boyne,
The Liffey and the lakes of Lillarney
You can ride on the tide
over the broad majestic Shannon
You can sail round Lough Neagh
and see storied Dungannon
Will you come, will you,
will you come to the Bower?

Will you come and awake
our dear land from ist's slumber
And her fetters we we'll break links
that long are encumbered
And the air will resound
with Hosannas to greet you
On the shores will be found
gallant Irishmen to meet you
Will you come, will you, will you,
will you come to the bower
I am a céilídh cowboy
I'm a stranger in this town
You should hear your women
squeal with joy
When I get their knickers down
I'll dance them and romance them
Til they're nearly out of breath
Then when I taken them out for air
I'll fuck them half to death

Been sitting on a fridge
close to the edge
Running out of coke
and dying for a poke
Don't lock up your wives
and daughters
Don't lock up your cats and dogs
I came down here
with my feet all bare
And I sleep in a hollow log

Yippee I oh
Yippee I ay
Yodle odle ee
Yodle odle ay
Yodle odle odle ay

My name is Father Emmett
I've been banished from my home
Cos all the women loved me
and I always had the bone
I could play the concertina, guitar, bouzouki and cittern
When I dance the Siege of Ennis
The floor beneath me starts to burn

For a jar or two just get me through
I'll do a turn for you ...
and absolve you too

I'll take care of your missus
All night long the whole night through
While you jump on that young one
over there
That's making eyes at you
If you were around
we could go on the town
Instead of just goinmg
on the booze
If you'd stay in my life
We'd kick up the high life
Country Irish like we used to do

And we'd
drink
and we'd
dance
and we'd
dance
and we'd
drink
and we'd
drink
and we'd
dance
and we'd
dance
and we'd
drink

So at my command
you will take my hand
And we'll dance
the final dance

But it's more pricks
than kicks
That's what it is
I'm a scumbag,
a lout, thats the way
things are

If you name me a street
Then I'll name you a bar
And I'll walk right through Hell
just to buy you a jar
Where the howling wind sings a lonesome tune
You can hardly see the moon
Twilight error is my CB name
Drive a big Mack truck I got a truck stop dame

Got some bear on my trail
I pull over I think of jail
I said my name is Forrest Gump
Then I blew his arm off with my twelve gauge pump

I blew his guts out thru his back
Heard his spine make a sickening crack
He's still wriggling, he ain't dead
Put the gun to his mouth, blew off his head

There's a lynching on highway nine
3 Niggers messin with white mans kind
Step on the gas, I'm just in time
To see them swingin while the cold wind whines

Shoot that shit boy, shoot that speed
Whip that bitch boy until she bleeds
Give some moonshine some more morphine
Another fix of Methedrine

Truck drivin man is what I am
Just give me pussy junk and gin
I'll pray to God to forgive my sins
Truck drivin man in the howling wind
Instrumental
With a wack-fiddle-day
Paddy gonna go on a holiday
Leavin' on a B & I Ferry
Tomorrow
Ain't gonna be no sorrow
Cos I'm leavin tomorrow

I was alone in the wilderness
I was alone

Gonna rub-a-dub-dub
In a pub in the Dub
Bored outta my skin by Mannix Flynn
Mannix Flynn should be the new High King

Jar! Gimme Jar! Jar! Mighty Mighty Jar!
Gimme Jar! Jar! Mighty Mighty Jar!

And when Jar comes, Gonna drink more Rum
Drink a gin listening to Mannix Flynn
You've not seen nothing like the mighty Flynn
Gonna take a trip
Down to North West Tipp
And drink my last penny, with Noel Kenny!
Ans Scruffy and Mick and Jimmy and Brick

Tommy Kane and Rhody Boland and where's Joe Dolan
Get drunk to fuck in the Kiwi bar
That was run by a man, Joe Corcoran
Like Gerry Lynch, he's drunk in the bar!

Jar! Gimme Jar! Mighty mighty Jar!

And the faithful departed
Fell in the church and farted
And Father Philip's queer
And Father Emmett's full of beer
Saying: "Take her away from my eyes
The Gartless the rock on which we shall all perish!"

Ans the wild winds blowin'
And the poitin's flowin'
And I awake with a scream
It was all a dream
I'm still in Babylon
in the County Hell
And there's semtex burnin'

Jar! Gimme Jar! Mighty Mighty Jar!
Gimme Jar, Jar Jar Mighty Mighty Jar!
Jar in a Dublin
It was 1962 and I was
two years out of school
When I got on board a boat
That was bound for Liverpool
The day we sailed away
I remember it so well
Took a look at the North Wall
And bid a fond farewell

It's a hard thing to leave the land
of your childhood
Touched by the rivers
And kissed by the sea
The places you played
with your childhood companions
To leave dear old Ireland and
Mother Mo Chroi

Though I am going far away
And I may never return here
There is one thing
that I'll keep within me
Deep in my heart a furious devotion
The love of old Ireland and Mother Mo Chroi

On the top of the Pentonville Road
I saw the sun setting
The town laid out before me
Looked beautiful to me
Away from all the sighing
The suffering and the dying
I dreamed of the future
The young and the free

But the years they go by quickly
Now I know I can't remain here
Where each day brings me closer
To that final misery
My kids will never scrape shit round here
And I won't die crying in a pint of beer
I'm going back to Ireland and my Mother Mo Chroi
As I went out through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve o'clock at night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed it
Then she dried it
Over a fire of amber coals
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay
Whack for the tur a lur a laddy
Whack for the tur a lur a lay

As I went our thru Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who do I see but the Spanish lady
Combing her hair so trim and neat
First she brushed it
Then she combed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet since I did roam

As I walked out through Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Catch a moth in her golden net
First she spied me then she fled me
Hitchin' her petticoat over her knee
In all my life ne'er did I see
A maid so fair as the Spanish Lady
See the man
The crushed up man
With the crushed up Carrolls packet in his hand
Doesn't seem to see or care
Or even understand
And all he says is:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

Once he stood in a bar room brawl
With a broken bottle in his hand
Screaming:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

The coppers came
Dragged him away from his crucified Lord
Beat him up in a meat wagon
And they stood him up in court
And all he had to say was:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

St John Of Gods, St John Of Gods
St John Of Gods, St John Of Gods

See the man,
The crushed up man
With the crushed up Carrolls packet in his hand
Doesn't seem to see or care
Or even understand
And all he says is:

F yez all, F yez all, F yez all, F yez all

St John Of Gods, St John Of Gods
F yez all, F yez all
We put the hood round his head
Then we shot the bastard dead
With a nick nack paddy whack
give a dog a bone
Send the stupid bastards home

The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again

Tu ra lu ra laddy
got pissed in Limavaddy
Got a kicking from the locals
There's a bunch of drunkin' paddys
With a nick nack paddy whack
give a dog a bone
Send the stupid bastards home

The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again

I shot one, I shot two, I shot three
That's more than you
With a nick nack paddy whack
give a dog a bone
Send the stupid bastards home

The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
The nation's gonna rise again
Instrumental
I was born under a wanderin' star
I was born under a wanderin' star
Wheels are made for rollin'
Mules are made to pack
I never seen a sight
that didn't look better lookin' back
I was born under a wanderin' star

Mud can make you pris'ner and
The plains can make you dry
Snow can burn your eyes
But only people make you cry
Home is made for comin' from
For dreams of goin' to
Which, with any luck
will never come true

I was born under a wanderin' star
I was born under a wanderin' star
Do I know where hell is?
Hell is is hello
Heaven is goodbye forever
It's time for me to go

I was born under a wanderin' star
I was born under a wanderin' star

When I get to heaven
Tie me to a tree
Or I'll begin to roam
And soon you'll know where I'll be

I was born under a wanderin' star
I was born under a wanderin' star