i wrote her name and address on the back of a
cigarette pack
i did,nt know then that i'd never be going back
the ferry was leaving when we
pulled up to the quay
when we reached Hollyhead
i was as sick as i could be
i did'nt choose this way they made me go
i was a week on the job and i wanted to
go back home
what i would'nt do for a glimpse of the
Christmas tree
hear all your voices calling me
if i go back home again i'll just be
hanging 'round
maybe next year if my ship does'nt run aground
i should've listened to my brother moran when he said
i was a fool
but it's too late now i did'nt make the rules
oh god please have mercy on me
i'm all alone in another man's city
i'm not asking for much just wanta
go back home
see mam and dad and the boys oh god!
Copyright: D.Carton
The Saw Doctors - Irish Post Lyrics
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i wrote her name and address on the back of a
cigarette pack
i did,nt know then that i'd never be going back
the ferry was leaving when we
pulled up to the quay
when we reached Hollyhead
i was as sick as i could be
i did'nt choose this way they made me go
i was a week on the job and i wanted to
go back home
what i would'nt do for a glimpse of the
Christmas tree
hear all your voices calling me
if i go back home again i'll just be
hanging 'round
maybe next year if my ship does'nt run aground
i should've listened to my brother moran when he said
i was a fool
but it's too late now i did'nt make the rules
oh god please have mercy on me
i'm all alone in another man's city
i'm not asking for much just wanta
go back home
see mam and dad and the boys oh god!
Copyright: D.Carton
cigarette pack
i did,nt know then that i'd never be going back
the ferry was leaving when we
pulled up to the quay
when we reached Hollyhead
i was as sick as i could be
i did'nt choose this way they made me go
i was a week on the job and i wanted to
go back home
what i would'nt do for a glimpse of the
Christmas tree
hear all your voices calling me
if i go back home again i'll just be
hanging 'round
maybe next year if my ship does'nt run aground
i should've listened to my brother moran when he said
i was a fool
but it's too late now i did'nt make the rules
oh god please have mercy on me
i'm all alone in another man's city
i'm not asking for much just wanta
go back home
see mam and dad and the boys oh god!
Copyright: D.Carton