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Irish song bar fight kicked like an old football
Irish song bar fight kicked like an old football










Well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sickĪnd I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick 'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teethĪn' I was almost to the door when the biggest oneĪn' when I did all that hair fell out from underneath

Irish song bar fight kicked like an old football skin#

Jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door Well he looked at me and I damn near died With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor

irish song bar fight kicked like an old football

When some guy walked in an' said who owns this car I jes ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go He said now you jes' stay right where yer at and I didn't bother I called up the station down the road a waysĪnd he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so

irish song bar fight kicked like an old football

There wasn't a soul in the place 'cept for him an' meĪnd he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone There was one thing I was sure proud to see I went as far as I could and when I stopped the carĪ kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop InnĪnd would he be kind enough to give me change for a one So I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim 'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight Well the spare was flat and I got uptight Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radioĪnd I knew that left rear tire was about to go










Irish song bar fight kicked like an old football