Lyrics Rag and Bone - Gaelic Storm

Rag and Bone, I′m picking up the Tin Can
Pulling it all in a donkey wagon
Rag and Bone, I'm coming down the street
Comin′ round here 'Bout every other week
This place is paved, Picking up the rubbish
Everybody throws away
He's out there in the sunshine, Rain or gloomy day
Recyclin′ the broken and the bent
The used up and the spent
A three legged chair, a washing machine
A bicycle wheel and a toilet lid
A rusty bed, a wooden box
A mattress spring and a ping pong table
Metal Pipes, a Tennis racket
A pair of shoes and a motorcycle helmet
Football boots, a Christmas Tree
A red wheel barrow and a frying pan
Rag and Bone, I′m picking up the Tin Can
Pulling it all in a donkey wagon
Rag and Bone, I'm coming down the street
Comin′ round here 'Bout every other week
This place is paved, Picking up the rubbish
Everybody throws away
He′s out there in the sunshine, Rain or gloomy day
Recyclin' the broken and the bent
The used up and the spent
A picture frame, a wedding dress
Fireplace and a steering wheel
Nuts and bolts, Knives and forks
A broken basket and a rolling pin
A bag of golf clubs, orange cone
A mandolin and some chain link fence
And a pile of bricks, a watering can
Three flower pots and a fireman′s hat
Rag and Bone, I'm picking up the Tin Can
Pulling it all in a donkey wagon
Rag and Bone, I'm coming down the street
Comin′ round here ′Bout every other week
Rag and Bone, I'm picking up the Tin Can
Pulling it all in a donkey wagon
Rag and Bone, I′m coming down the street
Comin' round here ′Bout every other week
Any old, Any old Mickey Mouse hat, Radiator cap
An Elvis Presley velour painting
Shirts and trousers, a pair of insoles
Stockings and socks and a twisted trombone
Paisley parasol, purple lampshade
Useless telephone, coats and jumpers
Slingshots, bottle tops, slammers and pogs
A coffee table and a Pepsi crate
Rag and Bone, I'm picking up the Tin Can
Pulling it all in a donkey wagon
Rag and Bone, I′m coming down the street
Comin' round here 'Bout every other week
Rag and Bone, I′m picking up the Tin Can
Pulling it all in a donkey wagon
Rag and Bone, I′m coming down the street
Comin' round here ′Bout every other week
'Bout every other week
′Bout every other week
'Bout every other week
′Bout every other week