CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Irish Colcannon (Waiting for the Prize Version)
Sit down old man and have a whiskey and tell me a tale
About the black dog, or the time you wouldn’t go to jail
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true
You’d beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you
And blood was on the wall wherever you had been
Take me home again, Kathleen
Cards are the devil, you say
Just look in the fireplace
And the embers burn so bright
That I can hardly see your face
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true
You’d beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you
And blood was on the wall wherever you had been
Take me home again, Kathleen
Make me a potato sandwich, and I will make the tea
Make mine with spelt bread, and I’ll make sure yours has whiskey
About the black dog, or the time you wouldn’t go to jail
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true
You’d beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you
And blood was on the wall wherever you had been
Take me home again, Kathleen
Cards are the devil, you say
Just look in the fireplace
And the embers burn so bright
That I can hardly see your face
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true
You’d beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you
And blood was on the wall wherever you had been
Take me home again, Kathleen
Make me a potato sandwich, and I will make the tea
Make mine with spelt bread, and I’ll make sure yours has whiskey
