Lyrics Casey - Christy Moore
If
it's
drink
you
want
and
plenty
of
feeding
And
you
like
the
bed
as
well
Grab
the
wife,
throw
the
kids
in
the
Datsun
Make
for
Inch
and
the
Strand
hotel
If
talk
of
turf
drives
you
crazy
And
you
can't
face
a
bale
of
hay
Make
for
Foley's
work
the
topshelf
talk
puck,
pints
and
the
GAA
CHORUS
Casey,
Casey
you're
the
divil
When
you
get
behind
the
wheel
It
was
a
sad
day
for
the
Kerry
sheepdogs
When
your
Firestones
they
did
feel
Oh
the
low
road
goes
from
Killorglin
all
the
way
down
to
Annascaul
When
Casey
came
to
guide
us
he
never
used
his
brakes
at
all
A
trail
of
sheepdogs
littered
Kerry
from
Killorglin
to
Macroom
He
might
have
been
all
soul's
salvation
but
he
also
was
the
sheep
dog's
doom
From
the
holy
dioceses
of
Galway
Eamonn
went
to
London
town
Where
the
traffic
cops
out
on
their
duty
they
overtook
and
flagged
him
down
As
he
was
tearing
after
luncheon
around
the
city
like
a
loon
Regardless
to
his
rank
and
station
they
forced
him
to
blow
up
their
auld
balloon
Geographically
he
was
in
limbo
faced
with
justice
true
and
true
No
obligations
were
accepted
he
was
rightly
up
the
flue
No
bolt
of
lightning
from
the
heaven
could
remove
the
boys
in
blue
Well
he
wished
the
force
that
had
worked
at
Cana
would
turn
his
wine
into
water
too
CHORUS
When
Ronnie
Reagan
came
to
Ireland
all
the
wankers
made
a
great
furore
But
Eamonn
remembered
bishop
Romero
said
he'd
even
up
the
score
Casey
Casey
said
"God
willin'
I'll
meet
Reagan
on
the
road
Niall
O'Brien
will
hear
his
confessions
when
I've
taught
him
the
Green
Cross
Code"
Casey
Casey
you're
the
right
man
to
teach
them
Yankees
right
from
wrong
If
it
wasn't
for
yourself
and
Reagan
there
wouldn't
be
much
to
Martin
Egan's
song
CHORUS
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