St James Gate

from Hang Me Out to Dry by Trip McCool

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A man a horse are on display
Two relics of a bygone age
The people point the children laugh
The air is free, not the photograph
Old Dobby’s kind, and kitten tame
I fix my cap, I comb her mane
She does not drink, she does not swear
Make a dollar here and a Euro there

Farewell the street down St James Gate
The world we love, is the world we hate
Sweet fields of green, be still my heart
Where angels play on a Guinness harp

My brother works the family farm
His wife the hag, will twist his arm
They ask me out for Sunday Tea
“Sit by the fire, come warm the feet”
And tell the tales of long ago
When times were hard..Well, I don’t think so
My only friend is this old nag
She loves me more, than any hag

When shadows grow so tall and long
She pulls the cart, I sing the song
Ol Dobby’s back is a little swayed
And so is mine on a winter day

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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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