I tried to warn you baby I tried to tell you I was down Oh yeah yeah You would not listen baby You would not hel pme when I was down Oh no no He tells
Think I'll just fall to pieces If I don't find something else to do This sadness never ceases I'm still in love with you My head, it keeps on reeling
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak Somewhere in this town See me and the boys we don't like it So were getting up and going down Hiding low, looking
As I was going over The Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money he was counting I first produced my pistol And then produced my
I should've known you couldn't take it You had to make it with another man You know that's true, baby And I can play that game if you can It's been a
My baby don?t love me My baby?s gone and made me sad My baby don?t love me My baby?s gone and made me sad A hard hearted woman A hard hearted woman true
The boom time it is over A ghost town is all that's here The gold rush it is over And depression days draw near So, tonight after sundown I'm gonna pack
Woman don't like it hurting her this way (Someday she is going to hit back) The woman don't like me in her own way (Someday she is going to hit back)
A soldier of fortune came home from war And wondered what he was fighting for This sad-eyed soldier, he broke down and cried Oh he was so broke up inside
[chorus] Sitamoia Sitamoia Sitamoia Gidda gadda aga (? ) Sitamoia Gidda gadda aga (? ) [chorus] [chorus] [chorus] Hey mister can I shine your shoes?
I've been mixed up, cut up So sit down and shut up 'Cause I'm a hard man I was hung up, strung out But I can't take no more junk Even if you can It will
What you doin' man I think I am goin' down the corner One of the black boys said "I need none of your pity" It's your mama that don't Like you loose
Buffalo, buffalo, buffalo Buffalo gal You've had your fun Your button's undone And the time's right for slaughter Buffalo gal You're thirsty and there
I was seldom sober in nineteen hundred and fifty-four Hey baby, maybe 'cause my baby had a baby by me And I was still drinking dry gin while you cried
worst fears came true Call the police Call the police Call the police Call the police Johnny was a joker and a very heavy smoker And he never ever broke the law Thin Miss Lizzy
It's midnight in the big city At the bar drinking all on my own Just thinking about that girl and me How something's going wrong Mister tell me, what
The song, "bandshee", as it appeared on the night life release, is an Instrumental. the lyrics printed below are from one of the poetry books