paroles de chanson Tobacco Island (Live) - Flogging Molly
Alright
then
This
is
uh,
this
is
a
song
which
is,
uh
A
part
of
Irish
history
at
its
ugliest
Like
many,
many
years
ago
when
uh
A
certain
man
called
all
over
Cromwell
Shipped
uh,
shipped
hundreds
thousands
of
people
from
Ireland
to
Barbados
This
is
for
those
beautiful
people
It's
a
thing
we
call
Tobacco
Island
All
to
hell,
we
must
sail
for
the
shores
of
sweet
Barbados
Sugar
cane
grows
taller
than
the
god
we
once
believed
in
The
butcher
and
his
crown
raped
the
land
we
used
to
sleep
in
Tomorrow
chimes
of
ghostly
crimes
that
haunt
Tobacco
Island
(yeah)
1659
forgotten
now
for
sure
They
dragged
us
from
our
homeland
with
the
musket
and
their
gun
Cromwell
and
his
roundheads
battered
all
we
knew
Shackled
hopes
of
freedom,
we're
naught
but
stolen
goods
Dark
is
the
horizon
Blackened
from
the
sun
This
rotten
cage
of
Bridgetown
Is
where
I
now
belong
All
to
hell,
we
must
sail
for
the
shores
of
sweet
Barbados
Sugar
cane
grows
taller
than
the
god
we
once
believed
in
The
butcher
and
his
crown
raped
the
land
we
used
to
sleep
in
Tomorrow
chimes
of
ghostly
crimes
that
haunt
Tobacco
Island
(woo)
Red
leg,
down
a
peg,
blistered
burns
the
soul
The
floggings
they're
a
plenty
but
reasons
there
are
none
Our
backs
belong
to
landlords,
where
branded
is
there
name
Paid
for
with
ten
shillings,
cheap
labor
never
breaks
The
silver
moon
is
shining
Cools
the
copper
blood
The
living
meet
the
dead
And
together
dance
as
one
All
to
hell,
we
must
sail
for
the
shores
of
sweet
Barbados
Sugar
cane
grows
taller
than
the
god
we
once
believed
in
The
butcher
and
his
crown
raped
the
land
we
used
to
sleep
in
Tomorrow
chimes
of
ghostly
crimes
that
haunt
Tobacco
Island
Agony,
will
you
cleanse
this
misery?
For
it's
never
again
I'll
breathe
(People
of
Los
Angeles,
we
need
your
helping
hands)
From
this
sandy
edge
(come
on)
the
rolling
sea
breaks
my
revenge
And
with
each
whisper,
a
thousand
waves,
I
hear
roar
(California,
we're
going
home)
Dark
is
the
horizon
Blackened
by
the
sun
This
rotten
cage
of
Bridgetown
Is
where
I
now
belong
All
to
hell,
we
must
sail
for
the
shores
of
sweet
Barbados
Sugar
cane
grows
taller
than
the
god
we
once
believed
in
The
butcher
and
his
crown
raped
the
land
we
used
to
sleep
in
Tomorrow
chimes
of
ghostly
crimes
that
haunt
Tobacco
Island
All
to
hell,
we
must
sail
for
the
shores
of
sweet
Barbados
Sugar
cane
grows
taller
than
the
god
we
once
believed
in
The
butcher
and
his
crown
raped
the
land
we
used
to
sleep
in
Tomorrow
chimes
of
ghostly
crimes
That
haunt
Tobacco
Island
(yeah)
Woo
I
suppose
There's
nothing
like
a
good
song
written
about
a
bad
bastard,
isn't
it?
Speaking
of
bad
bastards,
see,
your
man
down
here
Who
has
a
t-shirt
that
says
"Who
the
fuck
is
Mick
Jagger?"
Bridget
just
bought
me
those
more
than
a
couple
of
weeks
ago
I
swear
to
God,
it's
the
same
fucking
t-shirt
And
what
did
the
people
in
our
village
do?
Oh,
they
made
one
of
me
then
And
what's
more
important,
who
the
hell
cares?
But
somebody
you
should
care
a
lot
about,
I
certainly
do
She's
been
playing
fiddle
for
you
And
uh,
singing
me
on
tune
here
and
there
Do
me
a
favor,
Los
Angeles,
California
Put
your
beautiful
hands
together
for
my
beautiful
wife,
Miss
Bridget
Regan
1 Rebels of the Sacred Heart - Live
2 The Likes of You Again (Live)
3 Swagger (Live)
4 Requiem for a Dying Song - Live
5 Man With No Country - Live
6 Every Dog Has Its Day - Live
7 These Exiled Years - Live
8 Drunken Lullabies - Live
9 You Won't Make a Fool Out of Me - Live
10 (No More) Paddy's Lament - Live
11 Us of Lesser Gods - Live
12 The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors) - Live
13 Float - Live
14 Tobacco Island (Live)
15 Devil's Dance Floor (Live)
16 If I Ever Leave This World Alive (Live)
17 Salty Dog (Live)
18 The Lightning Storm (Live)
19 What's Left of the Flag (Live)
20 The Wrong Company (Live)
21 The Story So Far (Live)
22 The Seven Deadly Sins (Live)
23 If I Ever Leave This World Alive - Live
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