Cabbage And Spuds

from Hang Me Out to Dry by Trip McCool

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lyrics

Victoria, The Famine Queen
She told the Lords, It’s quite obscene
They feed their children, their Irish mud
Let them eat Cabbage, if there’s no Spuds

My Mom was German , my Dad a Mick
She pickled cabbage It made him sick
She called it Kraut he called it crud
Just boil the Cabbage in with the Spuds

My dear old Granny on her deathbed
She asked the priest are angels fed
Well he says, no and she says good
I’m sick of Cabbage I’m sick of Spuds

Saint Patrick’s Day most people here
They eat corned beef they drink green beer
But Fish and Chips we’re best of buds
My cousin Cabbage my brother Spuds

I won’t eat Haggis I won’t eat snails
I’d rather dine on rusty nails
It’s in my bones it’s in my blood
I go for Cabbage I go for Spuds

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from Hang Me Out to Dry, released February 17, 2020

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Trip McCool Holly Springs, 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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