Sit down old man and have a whiskey and tell me a tale About the black dog, or the time you wouldn’t go to jail!
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true You’d beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you! And blood was on the wall wherever you had been Take me home again, Kathleen!
Cards are the devil, you say Just look in the fireplace! And the embers burn so bright That I can hardly see your face!
And you were a mad man and I know that much is true You’d beat a lot to death for looking wrong at you! And blood was on the wall wherever you had been Take me home again, Kathleen!
Make me a potato sandwich, and I will make the tea Make mine with spelt bread, and I’ll make sure yours has whiskey And you haunt a generation, do you realize? My father looks at me, he can see you sometimes Oh, call me Joseph and call me your kin And take me home again, KathleenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
