Pogues Lyrics
Pogues Lyrics
"Poor Paddy Lyrics"
Woolly Muffler Lyrics
all i ever wanted to be was a woolly muffler on your naked neck double-wrap me when it's cold but you pulled a little tight just now and i'm afraid i feel a choke hold coming on all i ever thought we might come to was second dates and flirting eyebrows or maybe even psychic friends and we could share a secret language and almost definitely make more of it than it was but everyone around us would know everyone watching would know
[The Pogues' Version]
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In eighteen hundred and forty-one
The corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
Found myself a job to do
A working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I broke the shovel across me knee
I went to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
My belly was empty me hands were raw
With working on the r
I'm sick to my guts of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my death of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, p
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
[Paddy Works on the Railway]
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In eighteen hundred and forty-one
My corduroy breeches I put on
My corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
I didn't know what I should do
I didn't know what I should do
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I sailed away across the sea
I sailed away across the sea
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on Columbia's shore
I landed on Columbia's shore
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I made my trade to carrying bricks
I made my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-eight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
all i ever wanted to be was a woolly muffler on your naked neck double-wrap me when it's cold but you pulled a little tight just now and i'm afraid i feel a choke hold coming on all i ever thought we might come to was second dates and flirting eyebrows or maybe even psychic friends and we could share a secret language and almost definitely make more of it than it was but everyone around us would know everyone watching would know
[The Pogues' Version]
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In eighteen hundred and forty-one
The corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
Found myself a job to do
A working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I broke the shovel across me knee
I went to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
My belly was empty me hands were raw
With working on the r
Lasting Words Lyrics
I met a girl from Brownsville she kamikaze head-turn got me into a frill, I told her about my friends back home what they'd say- How she spoke Lasting Words in the lasting night and every time I see a boat by a lake I want to jump up and say let's row away from everything. Said she was a cutter and I said my dad's a preacher man. I took her to the boat out down by the lake I kindly took her by the hand just to make
ailway, the railwayI met a girl from Brownsville she kamikaze head-turn got me into a frill, I told her about my friends back home what they'd say- How she spoke Lasting Words in the lasting night and every time I see a boat by a lake I want to jump up and say let's row away from everything. Said she was a cutter and I said my dad's a preacher man. I took her to the boat out down by the lake I kindly took her by the hand just to make
I'm sick to my guts of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my death of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, p
King Medicine Lyrics
know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession a pointed confession really stripped of all your armor down to your very nature beneath the haze and vapor gaze you're such a willing stick to beckon that wanting knife and you've been looking for it the right blade all your life saying "who's gonna cut me down to a size that suits me? is there a worthy sculptor among all you fine young knives?&
ulling switchesknow that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession a pointed confession really stripped of all your armor down to your very nature beneath the haze and vapor gaze you're such a willing stick to beckon that wanting knife and you've been looking for it the right blade all your life saying "who's gonna cut me down to a size that suits me? is there a worthy sculptor among all you fine young knives?&
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
[Paddy Works on the Railway]
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In eighteen hundred and forty-one
My corduroy breeches I put on
My corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
I didn't know what I should do
I didn't know what I should do
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I sailed away across the sea
I sailed away across the sea
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on Columbia's shore
I landed on Columbia's shore
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the
Only U (Remix) Lyrics
REEEEMIIIIX (Ashanti) Ooh. I cant wait to get next to you. Ooh. I just can't leave you along Boy you got me doing things that i would never do (never do) And I can't stop the way im feeling if i wanted to. Im crazy 'bout the way that you can make me say your name And if i couldnt have u, i would probably go insane. (Chorus) now only u can make me feel (only can make me feel) and only can take me there (only can take me there) now only
railwayREEEEMIIIIX (Ashanti) Ooh. I cant wait to get next to you. Ooh. I just can't leave you along Boy you got me doing things that i would never do (never do) And I can't stop the way im feeling if i wanted to. Im crazy 'bout the way that you can make me say your name And if i couldnt have u, i would probably go insane. (Chorus) now only u can make me feel (only can make me feel) and only can take me there (only can take me there) now only
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I made my trade to carrying bricks
I made my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-eight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway