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Flogging Molly

Far Away Boys

 

Far Away Boys

(album: Swagger - 2000)


Well I worked on the railroad
For t'pence a day
Drank down one penny
The other I'd save
I hammered and I hammered
For God knows how long
Well into madness, with each setting sun
I put my head down and I dreamt you were here
With me by the ol' tree, where no one could care

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lying with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found

Then the sun belched upon me
You were no longer here
Lying in your place was my hammer and my gear
So I stamped out the fire that kept us both warm
The ashes were falling
Like the snow drops of old
We came to a mountain
Dynamite and she'll blow
A big hole in that rock
Like the one in my soul

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lying with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found

We buried four workmen
They dug themselves well
From four empty coffins, to four early graves
They're only paddys, just paddys
Don't dig them too deep
You'll need all your strength boys
And they're replaced easily
With the heat I was melting
Into your sweet lips
Ah, your kiss takes me back
Takes me back from all this

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lying with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found

Someone said it was Christmas
But not a tree was in sight
The only thing growing was my will to die
Till the gaffer said 'men, your work here is done'
I said 'I'll see you in Hell, on that train we died for'
Never again, will I smell your sweet dream
But a pissed stained ol' gutter where:
You lips used to be

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I'm lying with my sweetheart
In her arms I'll be found

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