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Ah Dee Oh Da

from The Traveler by Trip McCool

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Ah dee oh ah, Ah dee A
Ah dee oh, oh de ah dee A
Ah dee oh ah, Ah dee oh ah
Oh ah, oh de ah de A

Well, Growing up the shy one, never having no fun
I watched me older brother making hay
Dirty girls with dirty fingers go in and out the winders
All hours of the night and of the day

No I could not understand it, he was just a bandit
He wore the same old trousers every week
So I says, "Charming Billy how do you do the dilly"
He laughed so hard, the poor lad couldn't speak

A lesson you be learning, on what your head's concerning
I'll teach it to ya in a bloody wink
Put down the brave Ulysses, up the Irish Whisky
Them girls don't give a damn 'bout what you think

If your dreaming of romancing you'd feet will need some dancing
Leave your stinking manners at the door
You want to have the real fun, go up and bite a wild one
She'll nail your silly arse right to the floor

In my great frustrations, I dropped my reservations
Spent my hard earned money as a rogue
Lived in Thorn and Thistle, learned to toot the whistle
Set out on the road to join the Pogues

Twas two years later I woke up in Decature
With a hag who's glass eye tend to roam
she said, "This lad that I been plowin he looks like Shane McGowen"
Right then I knew I best be headed home

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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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