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A Sheep for Mr. Wolff

from The Traveler by Trip McCool

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You wonder what I'm thinking as I look upon your face
'Ah Christ, they hired a baby to take the old mans' place'
40 years I worked here, I thought that you should know
With only two days notice, the blackguards let me go

When you sign up with the Shipyard, you sign away your soul
You should have used your head boy, signed up for patrol
You could have been a soldier, it would have been more fun
It's safer chasing bullets, safer facing guns

Listen up I'll tell ya everything I know
You die to go to heaven, You live in hell below
Every word I give ya, is the gospel truth
You're a slave for Mr. Harland, a sheep for Mr. Wolff

I could not save a ha'penny I could not save a crown
Instead I lost three fingers pounding rivets round
I then became a welder, now everywhere I go
I'm seeing pretty angels, the world's a big halo

A mate of mine was working down in the fires of hell
Fitting pipes to boilers and all was going well
When a 4 inch main exploded, it made an awful hiss
And poor old Paddy Clancy, fried just like a fish

I helped to build the grandest ship in 19 hundred twelve
The RMS Titanic, a wonder I beheld
I planned to be a stowaway, misfortune got me found
The dirty lousy luck of it , I wish that I had drown

If you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and run
Take up stealing watches, and pocketbooks for fun
For there's no meaner jailhouse, no sentence half as hard
And there's no tougher prison than the Belfast Shipyards

Listen up I'll tell ya everything I know
There's Angels up in heaven, Yer Boss is down below
Every word I give ya, is the gospel truth
You're a slave for Mr. Harland a sheep for Mr. Wolff

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from The Traveler, released March 20, 2012

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Trip McCool Oak Island, North Carolina

I put on the guitar and sing as if my ancestors were listening; and I truly believe they are so I better not disappoint them. Trip is the part of my soul that never forgot the sacrifices they made. My people rose up from the Irish mud to make a better life for me. I write songs for them, for my people, the immigrants, the poor, the salt of the earth. It's all true, even the lies. ... more

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