My dad loved Flogging Molly. They were always his favorite band and one of mine. We would listen and sing together in the car. He always joked "When I die, you gotta play this one at my funeral. But that's not a for a good while yet." He passed years ago now. Just a few months before I turned 21. I didn't have the heart to play it at his funeral in front of everyone. But on the way to the cemetery I played it alone in the car with a picture of him at my side. I hope you're resting well dad. I'll never stop loving you.
I had to lay my Daddio down to sleep. But while I was laying him down to sleep, I was holding his hand tight. He was lying there still and then all off a sudden his body convulsed real quick and at that moment his soul and spirit traveled from his body out through his arm to his hand and into my soul and spirit. Bill Wyman is still living and he's using my body to carry on the legacy.
Here's to you, I sing for my daddy-o As I lay him down to sleep It's been so long, since I lost my daddy-o Hope he's watchin' over me Two, three, four Wednesday night is mornin' now As I'm walkin' in the rain The birds are screaming in my ear Drivin' me insane. Half the clouds are empty So the sun burst through the sky The puddles show reflection Of a face about to die Just around the corner I was goin' 'round the bend I ran into a staggerin' fool Who said he knew my name He poured himself a whiskey And his face began to glow Two men without an answer Like a dog without a bone Bringin' in the new year The bells began to ring Fats is in the corner Just about to sing Time to get another Before the final shout You should have heard them roarin' When they dragged the bugger out And we'll never see the likes of you again Jimbo came from slummin' town A cold and dreary place To summerland he found himself The sun shown on his face Met a girl called Minnie Pearl Swore she'd always be his girl Happy ever after Till the tide ran out again Pour me all your sorrows And I'll drink till you are dry I'll love you in the mornin' Christ, I'll love ya till you die I'll never leave so never grieve I'll be back before ya know But Jimbo fell into a well And never rambled home Carried all his troubles In an unforgivin' bag Back and forth through painted brick The colours all seemed bland I've traveled all these years, he said To only get this far So he crossed the street, found a seat His home is now a bar And we'll never see the likes of you again No we'll never see the likes of you again There must be more to life Than this poxy life All the agro, all the pain So he disappeared into his final beer But the glass was empty, once again, again, again Woke up in an awful state Dreamt I was at Peter's Gate Beggin' for his mercy And the crimes that were at hand He told me he was much amused To see this life I had abused Best be on your way But have a swig before you go So I'm bringing in the New Year As the bells began to ring Fat's in the corner Just about to sing Time to get another, before the final shout You should have heard them roarin' When they dragged the bugger out And we'll never see the likes of you again No we'll never see the likes of you again No we'll never see the likes of you again
My dad loved Flogging Molly. They were always his favorite band and one of mine. We would listen and sing together in the car. He always joked "When I die, you gotta play this one at my funeral. But that's not a for a good while yet."
He passed years ago now. Just a few months before I turned 21. I didn't have the heart to play it at his funeral in front of everyone. But on the way to the cemetery I played it alone in the car with a picture of him at my side. I hope you're resting well dad. I'll never stop loving you.
I had to lay my Daddio down to sleep. But while I was laying him down to sleep, I was holding his hand tight. He was lying there still and then all off a sudden his body convulsed real quick and at that moment his soul and spirit traveled from his body out through his arm to his hand and into my soul and spirit. Bill Wyman is still living and he's using my body to carry on the legacy.
My life was forever changed because of this album
Loved this song since it came out.
Today is my day to grieve.
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The ghost of Bill Wyman is watching over me bringing me heavy success
Lost my father earlier this year
I keep playing this song
Never forget Dad ☘️🚬🥂
The whole genre just lost its daddio. RIP Shane McGowen, we'll never see the likes of you again
Lost my father the same time this song came out. I play it every year. Only once.
puggz deathmarch I do the same thing. It's been 4 years now. ❤️
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Here's to you, I sing for my daddy-o
As I lay him down to sleep
It's been so long, since I lost my daddy-o
Hope he's watchin' over me
Two, three, four
Wednesday night is mornin' now
As I'm walkin' in the rain
The birds are screaming in my ear
Drivin' me insane.
Half the clouds are empty
So the sun burst through the sky
The puddles show reflection
Of a face about to die
Just around the corner
I was goin' 'round the bend
I ran into a staggerin' fool
Who said he knew my name
He poured himself a whiskey
And his face began to glow
Two men without an answer
Like a dog without a bone
Bringin' in the new year
The bells began to ring
Fats is in the corner
Just about to sing
Time to get another
Before the final shout
You should have heard them roarin'
When they dragged the bugger out
And we'll never see the likes of you again
Jimbo came from slummin' town
A cold and dreary place
To summerland he found himself
The sun shown on his face
Met a girl called Minnie Pearl
Swore she'd always be his girl
Happy ever after
Till the tide ran out again
Pour me all your sorrows
And I'll drink till you are dry
I'll love you in the mornin'
Christ, I'll love ya till you die
I'll never leave so never grieve
I'll be back before ya know
But Jimbo fell into a well
And never rambled home
Carried all his troubles
In an unforgivin' bag
Back and forth through painted brick
The colours all seemed bland
I've traveled all these years, he said
To only get this far
So he crossed the street, found a seat
His home is now a bar
And we'll never see the likes of you again
No we'll never see the likes of you again
There must be more to life
Than this poxy life
All the agro, all the pain
So he disappeared into his final beer
But the glass was empty, once again, again, again
Woke up in an awful state
Dreamt I was at Peter's Gate
Beggin' for his mercy
And the crimes that were at hand
He told me he was much amused
To see this life I had abused
Best be on your way
But have a swig before you go
So I'm bringing in the New Year
As the bells began to ring
Fat's in the corner
Just about to sing
Time to get another, before the final shout
You should have heard them roarin'
When they dragged the bugger out
And we'll never see the likes of you again
No we'll never see the likes of you again
No we'll never see the likes of you again
Miss you daddy! :(
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You guys are awesome :D
Lost my dad last August
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Watch over me daddy-o ❤️
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