Talkin' Cavan Lyrics

Song	Talkin' Cavan
Artist	Tim O'Brien
Album	The Crossing
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	作曲 : Tim O'Brien
	A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home
	It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
	I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up roots
	You could call 'em tubers
	The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to look like me
	Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that far
	I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers”
	'Guiness gives you strength”, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like drinkin' bread
	There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to sing
	My whistle was wet and my tongue was loose
	When the barman asked how come I'd choose
	To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and rainy day
	I said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around
	My great grandaddy came from there
	I want to see if the old home place is still there.”
	Well he shook his head up and down
	And then side to side and then he turned around and said
	'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people wouldn't admit to that”
	I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
	Had a hard time gettin' my dinner there
	It was full of these people with light blonde hair
	Danish tourists...two big busloads of 'em
	Now the owner of the place, his hair was black
	When I talked to him, I didn't get much back
	His people are what you call 'west Brits”
	They're the ones that treated my people like dirt
	That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit more
	His nose was way up in the air... but he took my money all the same
	That night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I'd rather have as host
	It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
	Then the very next day in the hardware store
	I found a cousin ten times removed or more
	But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was sellin' nuts and bolts and paint
	I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'
	I could tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
	He said, 'How exactly may I help you sir?”
	I just bought some nails and got the hell out of there
	Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section
	It matched the picture in my dad's scrap book
	And my heart beat faster as I drove to look
	The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents
	It was a little sheep dog and an old milk cow
	Yeah the old home place is an old barn now
	It's ashes to ashes... dust to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust

	zuo qu : Tim O' Brien
	A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home
	It wasn' t that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
	I was goin' to Ireland. . . retracing my family footsteps. . . diggin' up roots
	You could call ' em tubers
	The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to look like me
	Saw a sign said Mollie O' Brien' s bar, I knew right then I couldn' t be that far
	I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, ' cheers"
	' Guiness gives you strength", he said, I' ll tell you friends it' s like drinkin' bread
	There' s a loaf in every pint. . . I was feelin' strong. . . felt like I wanted to sing
	My whistle was wet and my tongue was loose
	When the barman asked how come I' d choose
	To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and rainy day
	I said, ' I' m goin' up to Kingscourt town. That' s in County Cavan, to look around
	My great grandaddy came from there
	I want to see if the old home place is still there. "
	Well he shook his head up and down
	And then side to side and then he turned around and said
	' A Cavan man then. . . you know, a lot of people wouldn' t admit to that"
	I figured I' d save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
	Had a hard time gettin' my dinner there
	It was full of these people with light blonde hair
	Danish tourists. . . two big busloads of ' em
	Now the owner of the place, his hair was black
	When I talked to him, I didn' t get much back
	His people are what you call ' west Brits"
	They' re the ones that treated my people like dirt
	That' s what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn' t know I' d come back for a little bit more
	His nose was way up in the air. . . but he took my money all the same
	That night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I' d rather have as host
	It was Tom O' Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
	Then the very next day in the hardware store
	I found a cousin ten times removed or more
	But he was no apparition, he wasn' t a haint - he was sellin' nuts and bolts and paint
	I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'
	I could tell he wasn' t that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
	He said, ' How exactly may I help you sir? "
	I just bought some nails and got the hell out of there
	Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section
	It matched the picture in my dad' s scrap book
	And my heart beat faster as I drove to look
	The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents
	It was a little sheep dog and an old milk cow
	Yeah the old home place is an old barn now
	It' s ashes to ashes. . . dust to dust. . . thatched roof to tin roof. . . and tin roof to rust

	zuò qǔ : Tim O' Brien
	A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home
	It wasn' t that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way
	I was goin' to Ireland. . . retracing my family footsteps. . . diggin' up roots
	You could call ' em tubers
	The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to look like me
	Saw a sign said Mollie O' Brien' s bar, I knew right then I couldn' t be that far
	I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, ' cheers"
	' Guiness gives you strength", he said, I' ll tell you friends it' s like drinkin' bread
	There' s a loaf in every pint. . . I was feelin' strong. . . felt like I wanted to sing
	My whistle was wet and my tongue was loose
	When the barman asked how come I' d choose
	To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and rainy day
	I said, ' I' m goin' up to Kingscourt town. That' s in County Cavan, to look around
	My great grandaddy came from there
	I want to see if the old home place is still there. "
	Well he shook his head up and down
	And then side to side and then he turned around and said
	' A Cavan man then. . . you know, a lot of people wouldn' t admit to that"
	I figured I' d save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle
	Had a hard time gettin' my dinner there
	It was full of these people with light blonde hair
	Danish tourists. . . two big busloads of ' em
	Now the owner of the place, his hair was black
	When I talked to him, I didn' t get much back
	His people are what you call ' west Brits"
	They' re the ones that treated my people like dirt
	That' s what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn' t know I' d come back for a little bit more
	His nose was way up in the air. . . but he took my money all the same
	That night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I' d rather have as host
	It was Tom O' Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County Cavan
	Then the very next day in the hardware store
	I found a cousin ten times removed or more
	But he was no apparition, he wasn' t a haint - he was sellin' nuts and bolts and paint
	I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'
	I could tell he wasn' t that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest
	He said, ' How exactly may I help you sir? "
	I just bought some nails and got the hell out of there
	Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section
	It matched the picture in my dad' s scrap book
	And my heart beat faster as I drove to look
	The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents
	It was a little sheep dog and an old milk cow
	Yeah the old home place is an old barn now
	It' s ashes to ashes. . . dust to dust. . . thatched roof to tin roof. . . and tin roof to rust

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