paroles de chanson Row Me Up Some Whiskey-O - Paul McMahon

Row me up some whiskey-o
I′ll tell you my trouble and strife
Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll give you a friend for life

We′ll I killed a man with a frying pan
I laid him low, I laid him cold
It was cabin fever It was whiskey-o
The Devil took a-hold of my soul

I've been dragging my heel like a wounded beast
My sins have been pointed out
I feel like the moon that's a-hiding out
Behind a sky full of bullet holes

Row me up some whiskey-o
I′ll tell you my trouble and strife
Row me up some whiskey-o
I′ll give you a friend for life

Is he in the shade on the spectral wastes
Drifting through endless day?
I hear him screaming with the boiling kettle
I feel him nearing with the train

I've got garlic at my window
Crosses on the wall
I got my bible and my rosary beads
I′m surrounded by life-draining vampires
In the next room and across the hall

It don't mean nothin′ at the end of the day
Daddy won't be around
Your friends will be whistling and telling jokes
As they′re lowering you into the ground

Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll tell you my trouble and strife
Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll give you a friend for life

Oh, when the sky cracks open
And time stands still
And you hear the trumpet blow
Don′t worry my friend for I′ll be there
Just row me up some whiskey-O

The helplessness of your soul is the falling rain
The mind's actors the bowing breeze
That horse running off into the distance
Is your youth with your clay pigeon dreams

There is nothing gets through the eye of the needle
Not even the good thief on the cross
Just how can we return to being like little children
While breaking stones for the workhouse boss

Row me up some whiskey-o
I′ll tell you my trouble and strife
Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll give you a friend for life

I′ve been recognised they've got my scent
The wind, like a thief, goes whistling by
On the outskirts of the brain
In the slum-end of the mind
The moon is a noose hung out in the sky

You′ll get a cancer, a tumor
A hemorrhage or the plague
One way or another you go below
Listen my friend for time is short
Just row me up some whiskey-O

Yes or no, right or left
Strike back or turn the cheek
All actions are hypnotised by the whim
There is no control, man is a machine
Droning along like a fly in the wind

Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll tell you my trouble and strife
Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll give you a friend for life