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Riot on Race Day
03:09
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Riot on Race Day
There’s a riot on race day the Shambos beat them all
Played all day and never did stall
Music started they couldn’t stand still
There’s a riot on race day way down at Morphettville
Bought an auld nag down at the knackers yard
Looked like a runner, but we’d have to train her hard
Fed her potatoes and soup made from nettles
Lumps of hairy bacon that we boiled up in a kettle
Pushed her and pulled her and dragged her along
She wouldn’t move an inch there as something very wrong
Fed her strong tae and half bottle of whiskey
Well she galloped home boys leppin and frisky
Bet all our money on the nag at 500 to 1
The race started but she stood there blinking in the sun
Our money is lost the future is risky
Then the jockey leaned over and whispered
‘if you win this we’ll give yah a full bottle of whiskey’
She ran and ran and ran and ran bedad she beat them all
Jumper all the fences and never did fall
First pass the post she tore up the track
All the bookies cried foul and had a massive heart attack
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Jimmy Hopper
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2. |
Banshee
04:12
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Banshee
As I stumbled home from the boozer on my own
a dark and fearful night
I heard a wailing sound and it threw me to the ground
it turned my hair to white
As I turned around slowly,
she pointed her finger at me
so cursed to die, I spat right in her eye
that night the Banshee came for me
When you hear a banshee cry, you know yer gonna die
a slow and painful death
and if you hear her cry, you can kiss yer arse goodbye
before you draw yer terminal breath
As I turned around slowly
she pointed her finger at me
so cursed to die, I spat right in her eye
that night the Banshee came for me
You never will get old, cos I’m here to take yer soul
so heed my warning well
and if you don’t change yer ways
you’ll see the end of days
you’ll face the gates of hell
As I turned around slowly
she pointed her finger at me
so cursed to die, I spat right in her eye
that night the Banshee came for me
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Alan O’Toole
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3. |
Hell on Wheels
03:55
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Hell on Wheels
Sing me home boys sing me home
Sing me home boys no more to roam
I’ve been travellin this road of bones
Sing me home boys sing me home
I came from a green and pleasant land
With a roadstone heart and blood on my hands
They signed me in and signed me up
I marched out on the dollar drop
Fought with the boys of the 69th
Didn’t know if I was dead or alive
I had to kill to live
Done some things only God will forgive
Workin on the railroad layin steel
Tamp ‘em up solid It’s Hell on Wheels
It all came back one cold dark night
three were dead by the morning light
The solemn toll of the church bell I rode out straight to hell
I’m on the run from desperate days
Ridin through the Desert Haze
Hound dogs on my heels I ended up in hell on wheels
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Jimmy Hopper
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4. |
Grace of God
05:55
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Grace of God
As I walk these streets alone, shadowed streets of the big city
I turn my collar high to hide my shame
And my memories of home, remorse and self-pity
My father won’t allow my spoken name
So with pockets full of holes, as are my worn out shoes
I feel the cobbled stones along the lanes
As I fall into a bar, and I hear a poor man singing
I drink my beer and share the poor man’s shame
For love she is my trouble, and it’s love is why I’m here
With heavy heart, I’ve loved and left behind
So I’m searching for my true love, which surely I must find
And so for the grace of God go I
So I finish off my beer, wondering how to buy another
When I spy a sweet Colleen’s lovely smile
Well she is giving me the eye, and as bold I go on over
And the empty seat beside her now is mine
For love she is my trouble and for love is why I’m here
With heavy heart I’ve loved and left behind
I’m searching for my true love, which I know I’ll never find
And so for the grace of God go I
So my new true love and I head off home for warmer times
And a night of love and tenderness I found
It reminds me of the times, when a younger man was I
Where such memories are left beneath the ground
For love she is my trouble and for love is why I’m here
With heavy heart I’ve loved and left behind
I’m searching for my true love, which I know I’ll never find
And so for the grace of God go I
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Alan O’Toole
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Preacher's Daughter
05:38
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The Preacher’s Daughter
He rode into town through a summer’s haze
The trouble that followed was not far away
He stopped and smiled a long and easy smile
And the preacher’s daughter tarried for a while
She heard a strange song upon that pale wind
Took one look at him and knew she would sin
The carriage rattled on the Sabbath day
The preacher ranted and the preacher raved
He murmured darkly about pleasure and sin
You must go without to be clean within
But she saw his strong silhouette
against the summer sky
As the hammer hits the anvil
she knew she would cry
As day expires into night
they held each other and took flight
A stolen moment neath a bloodless moon
Together, but parted all too soon
For they were not alone
as they fell in slumber deep
And awoke to face the preacher‘s cold cold steel
Oh father do not kill him
for he is my love and life
If you must kill, kill me with your steely knife
Oh my daughter I will hear your painful plea
But tomorrow he will swing
beneath....the gallow’s tree
The hanging judge viewed the scene
through a jaundiced eye
Pointed to the tree and said ‘you will surely die’
But the women of the town
stood up brave and strong
“You cannot kill this boy
for he has done nothing wrong
For if you hang him no lovin there will be
No comfort in the dead of night
you must set him free
They have not offended any God above
Their only crime is to be young..... and in love”
The men assembled one more time
and absolved the boy of his crime
‘yes we will set you free
but from this town you must leave’
So he held her close and said I love you so
and she cried and cried, cried, and cried
as from the town he rode
but she heard a strange song
upon that pale wind and she knew.....
she had not sinned
So men love your women
love them hard and long cherish them forever
else you’ll end up....in a song..........Singin ....
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Jimmy Hopper
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6. |
Stand me up
03:54
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Stand me up
Dressed up to meet you on Saturday night
I was looking cool and feeling good
hung up the telephone and turned out the light
got there as fast as I could
I got there early so I ordered a drink
checked out the time on the wall
started to worry and started to think
bet you don’t turn up at all
I know what’s going on, I just can’t be wrong, you play me like a clown
girl you know, you let me down, when you stand me up
Time after time you do this to me
I’m just a fool when it comes to you
line after line you spin them to me
I guess there’s nothing I can do
Something about you, I just can’t believe
you got that look in your eye
but then you walk in, just as I leave
and you’re with some other guy
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Alan O’Toole
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7. |
Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan!
02:31
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Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan!
Ger Up The Yard Ger Up the Yard Go Wan Geroura the Garden
Ger Up the Yard Ger Up the Yard Smell of Hay about yer Person
Ger Up the Yard Ger Up the Yard Go Wan Geroura the Garden
Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan!
Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan Go Wan!
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Jimmy Hopper
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8. |
World Away
03:44
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World away
I walk the streets of a town that don’t know me no more
I’ve been forgotten since I left for sunnier shores
The wind whispers to me as if it was trying to say
Why in the world would I stray, a world away?
Travel the world, I was told, would make me a man
All the four corners, I’ve sailed and come back again
Always reminding myself wherever I roam
Someday my journey will soon, be calling me home
The tears of my mother far away, cry for me a river every day
Not forgiven, not forgotten
As I stand before they lay
Why in the world would I stray a world away?
So here I stand looking down at a stone in the ground
Searching my soul for reprieve, but there’s none to be found
Begging forgiveness from those who can no longer say
Why in the world would I stray, a world away?
Why in the world would I stray, a world away?
Why in the world would I stray, a world away?
Music and Lyrics ©2016 Alan O’Toole
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9. |
Truck of Lurve
03:53
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Truck of Lurve
Drivin’ on drivin‘ home got my hands on the wheel
Followin the white line gotta keep it real
I have loved you baby right from the start
I’m gonna drive this big ol’ 18 wheel truck of love
……………to your heart
Drivin‘ on drivin’ home into the deep dark night
Gotta keep on goin till I reach the city lights
Pedal to the metal it may be wrong
But when I get home baby
…I’m gonna love you………all night long
I have loved you baby you know that it’s true
I’d drive across this big brown land for you
We fit together like hand in a glove
I need your love
I want your lovin……..all night long
Jesus on the dashboard singin a country song
All the Gods in heaven clappin’ along
They’re smiling down upon me from way up above
I’m gonna make it home tonight coz I’m drivin
……..the Truck of Lurve
L..U..R..V..E I’m talkin ‘bout the Truck of Lurve
Mercy…Mercy…Mercy
Music and Lyrics © 2016 Jimmy Hopper
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Shambo Blessing (Good Luck to you)
May the road rise up to meet ya, may the wind be at your back
May the horse that has yer money be the first around the track
May the love you have inside ya never wither never die
May you live long and forever have a twinkle in your eye
So good luck to you
Good luck to you
May your pint glass never empty, and yer pockets always full
May you never get a knock back, cos you know she never will
May you wander free and easy, and you never have to hide
And you wake up in the morning to a rasher and a ride
So good luck to you
Good luck to you
And by good luck, I mean fare well
Because yer surely bound for hell
And if lady luck don’t call
yer’ll have feck all luck at all
May ye have yer fill of porter, yer’ll be swimming in yer stout
And if ye think yer drowning, may they never pull ye out
May yer funeral be attended and yer sin’s all be confessed
And someone sends the banshee to the feckin wrong address
So good luck to you
Good luck to you
Music and Lyrics ©2016 Alan O’Toole
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The Shambolics play raucous rollickin’ roots music, with tunes from Dublin Bay to Vladivostok. All sorts of instruments will be on the stage and some of them might actually be played – pipes, whistles, banjo, accordion, guitars, harps and even a bodhran to get the feet stompin... Put on yer dancing clogs on and get down to a Shambos gig – or we’ll come and get yeh!! ... more
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