Tom Robinson - Back In The Ould Country

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I had Guinness with a Hot Press photographer in a Dublin pub
He wore a crucifix and a short fat beard
Showed me pictures of Gavin Thursday, Three Men And A Dog
With the Joshua Duo stood around looking weird
Met a Sid Vicious lookalike and he was six foot four
Had spikes on his dog collar made of solder
He was sitting in Bewley’s caff in a dirty old gaberdine mac
He was 17 but he looked about ten years older, that was
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
10 AM one Sunday, Diceman hadn’t been near his bed
And he was gargling creme de menthe just to keep awake
He’d been rolling through night, and got ossified in Sides
He look so smashed and happy it made my day, that was
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Headed into Limerick on the Clonmel road
In a beat-up rented Nissan with no brakes
Saw a Garda on the beat with two size 13 feet
Ten convent girls and a nun on roller skates, that was
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country
Back in the Ould Country, back in the Ould Country