Текст песни If I Should Fall from Grace With God - The Pogues
If
I
should
fall
from
grace
with
God
Where
no
doctor
can
relieve
me
If
I′m
buried
'neath
the
sod
But
the
angels
won′t
receive
me
Let
me
go,
boys
Let
me
go,
boys
Let
me
go
down
in
the
mud
Where
the
rivers
all
run
dry
This
land
was
always
ours
Was
the
proud
land
of
our
fathers
It
belongs
to
us
and
them
Not
to
any
of
the
others
Let
them
go,
boys
Let
them
go,
boys
Let
them
go
down
in
the
mud
Where
the
rivers
all
run
dry
Bury
me
at
sea
Where
no
murdered
ghost
can
haunt
me
If
I
rock
upon
the
waves
No
corpse
shall
lie
upon
me
Coming
up
threes,
boys
Coming
up
threes,
boys
Let
them
go
down
in
the
mud
Where
the
rivers
all
run
dry
If
I
should
fall
from
grace
with
God
Where
no
doctor
can
relieve
me
If
I'm
buried
'neath
the
sod
So
the
angels
won′t
receive
me
Let
me
go,
boys
Let
me
go,
boys
Let
me
go
down
in
the
mud
Where
the
rivers
all
run
dry
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5 A Pair Of Brown Eyes
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7 The Body Of An American
8 Streams of Whiskey
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10 If I Should Fall from Grace With God
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