I got 2 loves
And I can't see nothin' wrong
I got 2 loves
And I can't see nothin' wrong I'm gonna try them both together
Find out can they get along

Got the one love
Come from Ireland's island green
Got the one love
Come from Ireland's island green'
Well, the other she's a black love
Come from down in New Orleans

Well some people say I'm crazy
Some people say I'm bad
When I put them both together
Its the best I ever had

Some people say its treason
Well then show me to my cell
Some people say I'm blasphemin'
Well man, they can go to hell
-- ‘Cause they get along just fine
Now people, take a listen
To these two fine loves of mine

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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At the dirty end of Dirty Lane
Lived a dirty old man named Jack McGrinn
And he lived with his wife who we called Crazy Jane,
Down in Dirty Lane.
They were beggars like their clan,
And in the streets for their meat she sang..
And they'd roll you for a half a crown, on a jet black night
In the streets of Dublin City-O.

On the Ha' Penny Bridge, there the blind man stands
With a beat up old squeeze box between his hands
And the hard luck songs that he played and sang,
Sounded great to Crazy Jane.
On Essex Bridge she cleared her throat,
And sang the songs that the blind man wrote.
And old Jack he wore a brand new coat,
That he picked up right in the streets of Dublin City-O.

If you steal his purse you can do no wrong,
But the Lord forgive you if you steal his song,
Sure it's down in hell such likes belong
And not with decent people-o.
Forgive them all, the Bible says,
Who trespass you in every way.
But I'm sure they never met McGrinn, or his hard time wife
On a jet black night, in the streets of Dublin City-O.

Copyright Lenahan & Rynhart
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When the day's work is over, when there's work to be had
I repair to a tavern and try to feel glad.
But it's hard to be happy at the end of the day,
When your friends and your loved ones are so far away.

Well me name it's John Donlon and me story I'll tell,
Its a bloody short journey from heaven to hell.
You might well crack a smile, or you might shed a tear.
Its a bloody strange story how I find myself here.

CHORUS
In a place they call Woodside, in the County of Queens,
Down in old New York City, the cradle of dreams.
If you've ever been there, then you' ll know what it means,
Hiding from the Queen's justice in the County of Queens.

In my town of Dungannon there was not enough work;
All my friends and relations had gone to New York.
But I loved my fair city and I swore I would stay,
And not run with the others to America.

Then one night in the local I grew boisterous and loud,
And I spoke of my feelings to the listening crowd.
And I cursed the crowned heads that had started our woes,
And the ones of today who would rather we go.

CHORUS
To a place they call Woodside, in the County of Queens,
Down in old New York City, the cradle of dreams.
And they needn't provide for our sons and colleens;
They'll just send them off packing to the County of Queens.

Then some boys form the local took offense at my speech,
And decided amongst them a lesson to teach.
And they came to my house as their kind always will;
In the dead of the night, for to cripple and kill.

With their masks and their weapons, just as bold as they dared,
They thought to surprise me but they found me prepared.
I left two of them wounded, and one was deceased,
And that one was the son of the chief of police.

Now I'm living in Woodside these seven long years,
As the country I love every day disappears..
But I cannot go back, I must stay and grow old,
Where's there's food for my body but none for my soul.

CHORUS
In a place they call Woodside, in the County of Queens,
Down in old New York City, the graveyard of dreams.
If you've ever been there then you know what it means.
Hiding from the Queen's justice inthe County of Queens.

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Come, all ye fine young businessmen and hearken unto me
Ye brokers and solicitors and ye men of high degree
With some fortune and some fortitude, you might do as well as I
Here's the story, then, of one of your men who put on the coat and tie

At the early age of eighteen years, I left my native home
And to Manhattan's grimy shores I was inclined to roam
To join the rich and leave the poor, 'twas my intent to try
And I joined the ranks of those fine Yanks who wear the coat and tie

I had lots of good men over me for to tell me what to do
And my boss was Mr. Cunningham, and the finest man I knew
And I had a little office that was forty stories high
And I felt so proud when I rose each day and put on my coat and tie

Now the company wanted to build a mill where there stood a stand of trees
And the runnin' of the project, it was trusted unto me
But some damned environmentalists swore that they would rather die
Than to lose their precious forest to the men in the coat and tie

So with lawyers and injunctions then I entered the affray
And it wasn't fourteen months before all those trees were cleared away
See, the company taught it well to me: there ain't nothin' you can't buy
And the government will be on your side if you wear the coat and tie

And so now we're a multinational, and around the globe I go
And my boss is Mr. Yamaha, and the finest man I know
And the corporation logo flashes bright across the sky
And we will not rest 'til everybody wears the coat and tie

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Woke up this mornin', didn't know who I was
Look in the mirror, I see nothin but fuzz
My head is achin' and I smell like a fish
Not even a musician oughta feel like this
I know I might seem a little crazy
But man, it's way too late to save me
I just don't understand
A lot of people take a drink now and then
But it ain't a pretty story when the drink takes a man

Once I was someone, I had money and luck
Life was a party, I was runnin' amok
A lot of women knockin' at my door
A politician couldn't ask for more
I had a dog, and I named her Daisy
I drove around in a new Mercedes
Man, I was a kingpin
I had everythin'
A lot of people gonna say they're your friend
But nobody's gonna be there when the drink takes a man

Woke up this mornin', I was out on the street
Looked down and found I had no shoes on my feet
Ain't got no pillow, just a pile of dirt
I ain't no physician, but I know where it hurts
I know I may seem a little crazy
But man, it's way too late to save me
I just don't understand
Some people take a drink whenever they can
Then they find it so surprisin' when the drink takes a man
A lot of people drink whenever they can
So why's it so surprisin' when the drink takes a man

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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If you should ever sit around and wonder
And wonder if I ever think of you
If I ever think of you, I don't remember
I don't remember much since '82

A lot of people thought I'd go to pieces
I'd go to pieces if I had the time
If I had the time I'd rather go to Georgia
A Georgia girl is always on my mind

Chorus:

And it's a long way from Dublin down to Africa
It's a short hop from happy to insane
And there wasn't nothin' new in the way that I loved you
I loved you like the candle loves the flame

If you see me on the street put on a smile, girl
Put on a smile and I will do the same
I wear a smile to think of how I loved you
I loved you like the candle loves the flame

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Chorus:
You can look to the mountains, you can look to the sea
You can look in Chicago, but you'll never find me
'Cause the place where I'm goin' isn't on any road
And you can put down your burden, and you can lay down your load

Now a fella once told me, and he swore it was so
That a rich man's got troubles that a poor man don't know
And he swore that his money was a care and a curse
Well Lord, I ain't no gambler, but I'Il bet I've seen worse

Chorus
Now the people around me, they don't pay me no mind
I got hard times ahead of me, and heartaches behind
And the song on the jukebox ain't the one that I picked
Well Lord, I ain't no fighter, but I know when I'm licked

Chorus
I ain't packin' no bags, got no money to change
You don't need no passport to get off this plane

Lord,'cause I've been down on Broadway; I've been on the Strand
I've still never been to no place I could stand
And the song on the jukebox says "You get what you give"
Well Lord, I ain't no singer, but I know where one lives

Chorus

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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I met a man the other day
The words he said still hold me,
He said he came from far away
And this is what he told me:
That we are not the only ones
Livin' on an island,
We are not the only ones
Who cannot call it my land.

His skin was pale, his hair was red
A very strange appearance,
But when I heard the words he said I made no interference.
We are not the only ones
With paper independence,
We are not the only ones
Who weep for our descendants.
     (He said)
The sun never sets
On so many unpaid debts,
What some call independence
Seems to feel like something else.
There are islands that are cold & damp
There are islands sunny & warm,
But it don't take rain or a hurricane
To have an island in the storm.

He made his home sound just like home
With poverty and fighting,
Small wonder that a man should roam
From islands so exciting.
And we are not the only ones
Who lose to emigration,
Half our daughters & half our sons
The best part of our nation.

I met a man the other day
The words he said still hold me, I had to take myself away
And think on what he told me.
       (He said)
The sun never sets
On the problems we possess,
What's common in the Commonwealth Is the common man's regrets.
There are islands that are cold & damp
There are islands sunny & warm,
But it don't take rain or a hurricane
To have an island in the storm.

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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If the day ever comes when I should have to go to work,
Well I won't lost my temper & I won't go berserk.
Though I pray every day that such a thing should never be,
Still I don't except to get to live my whole life free.
And a job's an imprisonment until the job is done,
And then when you get your money you go out & have your fun.
Though I'd rather be a drummer or some other kind of bum,
Still I'll toil with a smile if the day should come.

If the day ever comes when I should have to take a wife,
Well I won't look upon it as the endin' of my life,
Though I pray every day that I should never have to wed,
Still a man's best plans are often ended in a bed.
And a wife's an encouragement to help you do your best,
And to keep you at your labors if you ever try and rest.
So I'll hire myself a choir to sing ãWe've Only Just Begun,ä
And I'll face my fate courageous if the day should come.

If the day ever comes when I should have to fire a gun,
Well it won't be done for money and it won't be done for fun.
Though I pray every day that it should never come to pass,
If you tamper with my liberty, well buddy that's your ass.
See, a gun's just an instrument like any other tool,
And to be afraid to use it is to be a bloody fool.
So before you come to visit me, remember where I'm from,
For I'll help you get to Heaven if that day should come.

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Copyright Tom Lenahan
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There's a brand new brand of vandal loose in dear old London town,
They don't wear leather jackets and they don't spit at the crown.
And when they're in their offices they look so nice and cute,
But after five o'clock they turn to Hooligans in Suits.

Hooligans in Suits - Hooligans in Suits
They don't ride round on motorbikes
They'd rather just commute
They're quite unhappy fellas ‘cause
They've sold away their youth
So now there's nothing left to be but Hooligans in Suits.

They go to pubs and drink a pint for every working hour,
And dream about the day when they'll have all the wealth & power.
And when its time to head for home, just don't get in their way,
ãCause they ride the First Class carriage & they never ever pay.

Hooligans in Suits - Hooligans in Suits
They don't ride round on motorbikes
They'd rather just commute
They're quite unhappy fellas ‘cause
They've sold away their youth
So now there's nothing left to be but Hooligans in Suits.

They buy expensive gadgets & they buy expensive clothes,
And some of them buy quite expensive powders for their nose.
They take expensive holidays from their expensive lives,
And they share expensive flats because they can't afford a wife.

Hooligans in Suits - Hooligans in Suits
And gold's the only colour that
They ever will salute
They keep a civil tongue upon
Their supervisor's boots
But oh, to hear the language
When they're Hooligans in Suits.

If you got to the city boys, be careful what you say,
Don't stand up for the socialists or Communists or gays.
Don't wear your dirty dungarees or nasty leather boots,
Or surely you'll be murdered by the Hooligans in Suits.

Hooligans in Suits - Hooligans in Suits
They don't ride round on motorbikes
They'd rather just commute
They're quite unhappy fellas ‘cause
They've flushed away their youth
So now there's nothing left to be but Hooligans in Suits.

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Guinness as Usual

I started takin’ inventory just the other day
It was right about the time when you said you were goin’ away
‘Cause your interest rate in me had fallen to an all-time low
And my stock with you had dropped about as far as it could go

I rented out my office and I shuttered up the store
Seems like since you left I got no head for business anymore
So I moved my place of business to the tavern up the street
Doin’ Guinness as usual, open seven days a week

Guinness as usual- that’s what you'll hear me call
Since we quit keepin’ company, got no business left at all
Our partnership was limited right from the very start
Now it’s Guinness as usual since the day you broke my heart

Well I done lost my head for business
Put a head on this ole beer
I got a meeting with forgetfulness
That’s what I’m doin’ here
You started losin’ interest and that’s why you sold me short
Now it’s Guinness as usual since the day you broke my heart

They say it’s good for what ails you
And I never had a doubt
That that ole ale ain’t no good for you
I’d rather have my stout

Guinness as usual- that’s what you’ll hear me call
Since we quit keepin’ company, got no business left at all
The way that I was workin’ really wasn’t very smart
Now it’s Guinness as usual since the day you broke my heart

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Marie

I love a little girl and she’s my one desire
One little look at her just sets my soul on fire
Her only little problem is she don’t want me
Marie-Marie-Marie

She doesn’t want to know about the way I feel
She only wants to know about the jigs and reels
Some Irish dancin’ guy is all she wants to see
Marie-Marie-Marie

She doesn’t care that I am a handsome man
She only care about a Riverdancin’ man
She wants a man that there is no chance I can be

I may not be a lion but I’ve got my pride
Without Marie I never will be satisfied
She wants a lot of lovin’ but she don’t want me
Marie-Marie-Marie

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Nothin’

Yeah, I watched them build his penthouse
Twenty stories off the ground
I wouldn’t want to live up there
No place to go but down
He ain’t nothin’
That boy hasn’t done a thing
Just because you got a castle
That don’t mean that you’re the king

Saw him talkin’ on the TV
With his skinny little wife
Bet she’s costin’ him a fortune
With that high society life
He ain’t nothin’
And that hair is just a wig
I’d like to take him out in back here
Bet he wouldn’t act so big

Every time I hear him singin’
It just makes me wanna laugh
Go on and buy yourself some talent, boy
Got a voice like a giraffe

Once I sent that boy a letter
Just to see what he would do
You know I never got no answer
That miserable son-of-a *%#*&$*
He ain’t NOTHIN’!
He ain’t nothin’ but a fool
And if I had HALF of his money
I’d buy everybody in here.....somethin’.....

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Rebel Song

Well, I came upon O’Connor
In the street the other day
With a face long as the Liffey
And these words to me did say
Now they’ve put me out of business
And I can no longer stay
With me..........
I’ll not be singin’ songs tonight
Like ‘The Risin’ of the Moon’
In fact, my entire repertiore’s
Gone badly out of tune
For it’s Peace broke out in Belfast
Just this very afternoon
And who wants a rebel song now, boys?
Who wants a rebel song now?

Well, it’s forty years I’ve travelled
With a banjo in me hand
Singin’ ‘Wind that Shakes the Barley’
And Come out ye Black and Tans’
But a fella can’t compete with all this
Brotherhood of Man
Who wants a rebel song now?

Yeah, the times they are a-changin’
We’re surely on the skids
And it’s gettin’ near impossible
To make an honest quid
And I hope the politicians
Are content with what they did
Who wants a rebel song now?

So I went on down the street
And there I came across McGear
Who’s been sellin’ high explosives
For nearly thirty years
He was cursin’ like a tinker
And his eyes were full of tears
And his.............
He said Sure, this couldn’t happen
At a less convenient time
For I’ve just bought a Mercedes
And I haven’t got a dime
Now they’ve murdered my profession
And it surely is a crime
Who wants a letter bomb now?

Well, I came upon O’Connor
In the pub in my hotel
Singin’ somethin’ by Oasis
With a face as red as Hell
And McGear’s moved down to Syria
And he’s doin’ very well
And who needs your rebel cause now?

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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Piper’s Got a Brand New Bag Pt. 1

The piper’s got a brand new bag
And now he’s got it made
He ain’t gettin up at no seven o’clock
To go march in some parade
He ain’t goin’ out to no Highland games
To sit and watch the grass grow
He’s gonna stay out all night long
Like the way they do in Glasgow
He bought himself some fancy clothes
That show off how he’s built
He’s tired of people askin’ him
What’s underneath that kilt
He’s cool and he don’t have to brag
The piper’s got a brand new bag

The piper’s got a brand new bag
And he don’t care who knows it
It makes some people wanna gag him
Every time he blows it
He knows that there are those who say
He’s got no right to say it
But he knows what he wants to play
And now he’s gonna play it
He might just play some bebop
He might just play some Bach
He ain’t gonna play no pibroch
Cause that pibroch just don’t rock
Somebody said it ain’t no drag
The piper’s got a brand new bag

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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New York Lullaby (9-11-01 Tribute Version)

Go to sleep and stop your sighin’
Let the night slip slowly by
Can’t you hear those sirens cryin’
That’s the New York Lullaby

I know tour dreams are growin’ hazy
And your hair is turnin’ grey
And even though this city makes you crazy
There’s no place you’d rather stay

You watch your back here every second
And you fight for every dime
And even though the green fields beckon
You’ll take Broadway every time

You needed courage just to be here
Now you need it even more
But every day the people that you see here
They’re stronger than the day before

Copyright Tom Lenahan
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