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Black Eyed Susan

from The Traveler by Trip McCool

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I was hanging with the boys
Looking for some trouble and some noise
We were cruising the Temple Bar
Heard Crazy Celtic music from afar

She was, laced in leather, solid black
She had the whole joint jumping front to back
She played the fiddle in the band
The deepest, darkest eyes in all the land

Black eyed Susan, Black eyed Sue
Wildest flower Erin ever grew
Black eyed Susan she rocked my world
Stole my Irish heart that black eyed girl

Drums were pounding, Bass went boom
Everyone was dancing in the room
She was laughing at the dogs in heat
Stamping on their roses round her feet

Black eyed Susan, Black eyed Sue
Wildest flower Erin ever grew
Black eyed Susan she rocked my world
And Stole my Irish heart that black eyed girl

Was it whisky, was it beer
Or was the devil whispering in my ear
I Knocked the bouncer on his ass
Grabbed that girl and kissed her hard and fast

Black eyed Susan, Black eyed Sue
Wildest flower Erin ever grew
Black eyed Susan she rocked my world
And Stole my Irish heart that black eyed girl

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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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