Artist/Band:
Flogging Molly
Lyrics for Song: The Likes Of You Again
Lyrics for Album: Whiskey On A Sunday [2006]
Here's to you, I sing for my daddy-o
As I lay him down, to sleep
It's been so long, since I lost my daddy-o
Hope he's watchin' over me
Wednesday night is mornin' now
As I'm walkin' in the rain
The birds are screaming in my ear
Drivin' me insane
Half the clouds are empty
So the sun burst through the sky
The puddles show reflection
Of a face about to die
Just around the corner,
I was goin' round the bend
I ran into a staggerin' fool
Who said he knew my name
He poured himself a whiskey
And his face began to glow
Two men without and answer
Like a dog without a bone
Bringin' in the New Year
As the bells began to ring
Fats is in the corner, she's just about to sing
Time to get another, before the final shout
You should have heard them roarin'
When they dragged the bugger out
And we'll never see the likes of you again,
Jimbo came from slummin' town
A cold and dreary place
To Summerland he found himself
The sun shun on his face
Met a girl called Minnie Pearl
Swore she'd always be his girl
Happy ever after, till the tide ran out again,
Pour me all your sorrows
And I'll drink till you are dry
I'll love you in the mornin'
Christ, I'll love ya till you die
I'll never leave so never grieve
I'll be back before ya know
But Jimbo fell into a well
And never rambled home,
Carried all his troubles in an unforgivin' bag
Back and forth through painted brick
The colors all seemed bland
I've traveled all these years, he said
To only get this far, so he crossed the street
Found a seat, his home is now a bar
And we'll never see the likes of you again
No we'll never see the likes of you again
There must be more to life, than this proxy life
All the agro, all the pain
So he disappeared, into this final beer
But the glass was empty, once again, again, again
Woke up in an awful state
Dreamt I was at Peter's Gate
Beggin' for his mercy
And the crimes that were at hand
He told me he was much amused
To see this life I had abused
Best be on your way, but have a swig before you go
So I'm bringin' in the New Year
As the bells began to ring
Fats is in the corner, she's just about to sing
Time to get another, before the final shout
You should have heard them roarin'
When the dragged the bugger out
And we'll never see the likes of you again,
No we'll never see the likes of you again (repeat)
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