paroles de chanson Never Drink 'Em Dry (Johnny Tarr's Funeral) - Gaelic Storm
Now
I′m
sure
you've
heard
the
sorry
tale,
of
the
day
when
Johnny
fell,
bet
here′s
a
side
of
the
story,
boys,
you
might
not
know
so
well
When
the
hullabaloo
was
over,
that
night
at
the
Castle
Bar
myself
and
the
Five
Cork
Women
had
to
bury
Johnny
Tarr!
so
we
rolled
him
out
the
door
to
the
morgue
at
Bishopstown,
we
asked
if
they'd
cremeate
him,
but
the
coroner
wore
a
frown.
He
sadly
shook
his
head
and
said,
"Your
plan
won't
work
so
well,
there′s
so
much
booze
inside
his
veins
he′ll
blow
this
place
to
hell!"
Chorus:
So
if
it
starts
raining
and
the
thunder
rumbles
loud,
Johnny's
fallen
up
in
heaven
and
landed
on
a
cloud.
His
tears
are
failing
as
he
laughs
for
he
knows
that
when
you
die,
In
the
big!
Pub!
Way
up
in
the
sky!
You′ll
never
ever,
ever,
ever,
ever
drink
'em
dry!
We
finally
got
him
out
the
door
and
we
propped
him
ag′in
the
wall,
but
we
couldn't
find
a
big
enough
hearse
to
carry
him
at
all.
We
rolled
him
to
Cobh
Harbor,
for
a
burial
at
sea,
we
found
the
Irish
Navy,
they
had
all
gone
home
for
tea.
So
if
it
starts
raining
and
the
thunder
rumbles
loud,
Johnny′s
fallen
up
in
heaven
and
landed
on
a
cloud.
His
tears
are
failing
as
he
laughs
for
he
knows
that
when
you
die,
In
the
big!
Pub!
Way
up
in
the
sky!
You'll
never
ever,
ever,
ever,
ever
drink
'em
dry!
So
once
more
we
slowly
rolled
him,
to
the
pub
where
he
lived
and
died,
we
went
in
to
drown
our
sorrows,
and
we
left
the
corpse
outside.
When
we
stumbed
out
at
sunrise,
he
was
white
as
any
sheet,
there
was
Johnny
frozen
solid
in
the
middle
of
the
street.
So
we
covered
him
in
concrete,
and
forevermore
he′ll
stand
a
pigeon
on
his
baldy
head
and
a
pint
glass
in
his
hand.
The
passersby
all
give
a
shout
to
the
Saint
of
Lager
Lotus,
"Please
treat
him
as
a
Roundabout!"
Yer
man
named
Johnny
Tarr!
"Please
treat
him
as
a
Roundabout!"
Yer
man
named
Johnny
Tarr!
So
if
it
starts
raining
and
the
thunder
rumbles
loud,
Johnny′s
fallen
up
in
heaven
and
landed
on
a
cloud.
His
tears
are
failing
as
he
laughs
for
he
knows
that
when
you
die,
In
the
big!
Pub!
Way
up
in
the
sky!
You'll
never
ever,
ever,
ever,
ever
drink
′em
dry!
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