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The Whisky Song
04:43
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Can I get witness for tomorrow I'll be gone;
the memories will follow and I'll feel like I'm alone.
I'm holding on forever saying "I don't wanna go";
so pour me a whisky for the road.
Pour me a whisky . . . . . for the road.
I never knew the likes of such a quiet little town;
was hard to see us coming from the shore.
We travelled over land and found adventure by the sea;
the wind it blew the hatches by the door.
Everything was quiet yet we knew there was a plan;
I heard the whispers all the way from home.
Suddenly the music played and we all joined the band
and threw our friends around us on the floor.
Can I get witness for tomorrow I'll be gone;
the memories will follow and I'll feel like I'm alone.
I'm holding on forever saying "I don't wanna go";
so pour me a whisky for the road.
The colours of the world are living for this night alone;
we'll hold it in our hearts until we die.
Can you feel the music, can you see the people dance
and do you know that I am by your side?
We're drowning in our wanderlust for something that is pure;
it's time to lay the cards out on the table.
Looking back on yesterday we all want something more,
so take me by the hand and sing along.
Can I get witness for tomorrow I'll be gone;
the memories will follow and I'll feel like I'm alone.
I'm holding on forever saying "I don't wanna go";
so pour me a whisky for the road.
We're drowning in our wanderlust for something that is pure;
it's time to lay the cards out on the table.
Looking back on yesterday we all want something more,
so take me by the hand and sing along.
Take me by the hand and sing along!
Can I get witness for tomorrow I'll be gone;
the memories will follow and I'll feel like I'm alone.
I'm holding on forever saying "I don't wanna go";
so pour me a whisky for the road.
Pour me a whisky for the road.
Pour me a whisky . . . . . for the road.
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2. |
Fall On Your Sword
02:54
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There you sit with your mouthful of lies;
what comes from your lips is not a surprise.
The choices you make are fuelled by the green;
ignorant to those who need.
Try to live for a day in their shoes;
recognise that it’s not what they choose.
Threatened by decisions you may or not make;
the paths they are forced to take.
A life of depravity as they try to appeal to your,
sense of humanity; are the visions unreal?
There is no understanding, just unethical acts;
you are plagued by corruption, we are knifed through the back.
You have no respect for the people you know;
your honest opinion is foolishly low.
The judgement will come as you fall on your sword,
freeing the ones below.
A life of depravity as they try to appeal to your,
sense of humanity; are the visions unreal?
There is no understanding, just unethical acts;
you are plagued by corruption, we are knifed through the back.
There you sit with your mouthful of lies; (you liar)
what comes from your lips is not a surprise. (you liar)
The judgement will come as you fall on your sword. (you liar)
You liar.
There you sit with your mouthful of lies.
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Twas on a Monday morning right early in the year,
when Charlie came to our town; the young chevalier.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
As he was walking doon the street the city for to view;
o’ there he spied a bonie lass the windae peekin’ through.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
So light he jumped up the stair, and tirl’d at the pin
And wha’s sae ready but herself, to let the laddie in?
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
He set his Jenny on his knee all in his highland dress.
For brawly weel he kent the way, to please a highland lass.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
It’s up yon heathery mountain and down yon scroggie glen.
We daurnae gang a-milking for Charlie and his men.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling.
Charlie is my darling, the young chevalier.
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I never knew the likes of such a quiet little town;
was hard to see us coming from the shore.
We travelled over land and found adventure by the sea;
the wind it blew the hatches by the door.
Everything was quiet yet we knew there was a plan;
I heard the whispers all the way from home.
Suddenly the music played and we all joined the band
and threw our friends around us on the floor.
Can I get witness for tomorrow I'll be gone;
the memories will follow and I'll feel like I'm alone.
I'm holding on forever saying "I don't wanna go";
so pour me a whisky for the road.
The colours of the world are living for this night alone;
we'll hold it in our hearts until we die.
Can you feel the music, can you see the people dance
and do you know that I am by your side?
We're drowning in our wanderlust for something that is pure;
it's time to lay the cards out on the table.
Looking back on yesterday we all want something more,
so take me by the hand and sing along.
Can I get witness for tomorrow I'll be gone;
the memories will follow and I'll feel like I'm alone.
I'm holding on forever saying "I don't wanna go";
so pour me a whisky for the road.
We're drowning in our wanderlust for something that is pure;
it's time to lay the cards out on the table.
Looking back on yesterday we all want something more,
so take me by the hand and sing along.
Take me by the hand and sing along!
Can I get witness for tomorrow I'll be gone;
the memories will follow and I'll feel like I'm alone.
I'm holding on forever saying "I don't wanna go";
so pour me a whisky for the road.
Pour me a whisky for the road.
Pour me a whisky . . . . . for the road.
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The Coaltown Daisies Fife, UK
A duo of singer-songwriters who write and perform dynamic folk, soul and americana music; they have tremendous experience as
performers, recording artists and event managers and are renowned for their engaging live performances and steady professionalism.
They have been said to sound like Steve Earle, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Bruce Springsteen, Shawn Colvin, Montgomery Gentry and the Indigo Girls.
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