Shane MacGowan & The Popes

Shane MacGowan and the Popes - That Woman's Got Me Drinking

DETAILS:

3rd October 1994 - ZANG56CD 4509-97579-2 (ZTT Records), also ltd. ed. cardboard fold-out sleeve

TRACK LIST

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 That Woman's Got me Drinking
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02 |
 Roddy McCorley
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03 |
 Her Father Didn't Like Me Anyway
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04 |
 Minstrel Boy
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Lyrics

For seven long years
She helped me spend my dough
Now I take her out
But she don't wanna know
That woman's got me drinking
Look at the state I'm in
Give me one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten bottles of gin

That woman's got me drinking
We used to have some fun
Now shrinks and astrologers
Have got me on the run
That woman's got me drinking
Look at the state I'm in
Give me one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten bottles of gin

She said she'd always love me
She said I'd be the one
Now look at the way she treats me
Just like a piece of scum
That woman's got me drinking
Look at the state I'm in
Give me one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten bottles of gin

If I had the guts to do it
I'd take a long goodbye
Instead I'll love her long and hard
And love her 'til I die
That woman's got me drinking
Look at the state I'm in
Give me one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten bottles of gin

Bottles of gin, bottles of gin, bottles of gin,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten bottles of gin
When he stepped up the narrow street
Smiling proud and young
Around the hemp, around his neck
The golden ringlets clung
There was never a tear in his blue eyes
But sad and bright were they
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam today

When he last stepped up that street
Shining steel in hand
Behind him marched in gray array
A stalwart earnest band
For Antrim town, for Antrim town
He lept into the fray
Now young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam today

See the host of fleet foot men
Dismayed with faces wan
From Verners house and fishers cut
Along the banks of Bann
They come with vengence in their eyes
Too late, too late are they
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam today
The coat she wore still lies upon the bed
The book I gave her that she never read
She left without a single word to say
Her father didn't like me anyway

She always wanted more than I could give
Cause she wasn't happy with the way we lived
I suppose I should have begged with her to stay
Her father didn't like me anyway

And Oh! Daddy didn't like the clothes I wear
And Oh! Daddy didn't like my hair
I suppose that if we tried to we could have found something to say
But daddy didn't even care

To tell the truth I didn't have the nerve
And I'm only getting just what I deserve
She left without a single word today
Her father was a right cunt anyway
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Your songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!