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Out On The Road
"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold"
Said my mother as she passed by
Well, you'll never stick it long enough
You're a fool to even try
Well, you've gone off with a band of men
All addicts, skit's, and bums
So you think you will enjoy your life
In the tenancy and the slums
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road
Playing music ain't no way to live
It's hungry, cold, and slack
And if you walk out that door my son
Well, you won't be coming back
But it's down the pub, all my friends are there
And there's no place that I'd rather be
So, you think this life will engulf me?
Well, I'll tell you we'll just wait and see
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road
So I kissed my tearful Father
At the door and I left him there
With five bottles of Bushmill's
And two on my chair
We set out for the county Clare
And it's Ceili's jigs and booze in Killrush
Dooneed can be quite a thrill
And I won't come back 'till I've made my name
Until I have had my fill
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road
I have no time for you on the road
I have no time for you on the road
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I have no time for you on the road
I have no time for you on the road
I have no time for you on the road
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
I have no time for you on the road
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Until I have had my fill
And I won't come back 'till I've made my name
Dooneed can be quite a thrill
And it's Ceili's jigs and booze in Killrush
We set out for the county Clare
And two on my chair
With five bottles of Bushmill's
At the door and I left him there
So I kissed my tearful Father
I have no time for you on the road
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Well, I'll tell you we'll just wait and see
So, you think this life will engulf me?
And there's no place that I'd rather be
But it's down the pub, all my friends are there
Well, you won't be coming back
And if you walk out that door my son
It's hungry, cold, and slack
Playing music ain't no way to live
I have no time for you on the road
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
Out on the road is where your Uncle died
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li
In the tenancy and the slums
So you think you will enjoy your life
All addicts, skit's, and bums
Well, you've gone off with a band of men
You're a fool to even try
Well, you'll never stick it long enough
Said my mother as she passed by
"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold"
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