When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old Dan's scrapyard
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Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred
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An' into the Roxy and the Stella where film stars starred
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That's where me and Hopalong an' Roy Rogers got drunk and jarred
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And we might have been the saviour of the men,
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the captured captain in the devil's demon den
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And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position
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Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin'
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We was headed for the number one hit country again
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{Chorus}
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And it's true
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True blue
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Irish blue
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And it's true
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True blue
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And sometimes it reminds me of you
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There's an old photograph of Dan that I wish you could-a seen
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Of him and the boys posed, standing in St. Stephen's Green
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Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream
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But they were caught and detained and are locked inside the frame
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of the photograph
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And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man
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An' he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin' fan
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But like an old pioneer from outer Afghanistan,
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headed for the number one hit country again
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{repeat chorus}
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Old Dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes
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of a long lost favorite melody
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It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care
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And how he parted so soft, so sadden
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And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero
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Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking Randolph Valentino,
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the gigolo from Glasgow
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But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo,
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he's headed for the number one hit country again
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{repeat chorus}
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And it's true
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True blue
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Irish blue
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True blue
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Irish blue
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And it's true
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It's so true
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Ummm, it's true
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I swear I've said it
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Swear I've said it
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I swear I said it
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I swear it's true
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And it's true
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True blue
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Oh, its Irish blue
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And it's true...
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Shades Of A Blue Orphanage
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| Thin Lizzy |
