French Broad River Lyrics by The Stillwater Hobos
Last morning I did tread the creek
Thinking how my boots do leak
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Last morning I did tread the creek
Thinking how my boots do leak
Sure the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me
Bloody shillelagh clubs for to set me free
Gather up your pots and your old tin cans
The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran
He was stranded in a tiny town on fair Prince Edward Island
Waiting for a ship to come and find him
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for a night in Ballygrand
You’re a bear in a sheepskin coat
And O’Donnell caught you on the boat
I must away, love, I can no longer tarry
This morning’s tempest I have to cross
Cigarettes in the morning
Walking hallways of this strange empty home