Track 2735/1Dungaree

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In a room with broken cloths and stolen possessions They did their best to make the right impressions My father was a postie and my mom, she cleaned the gutter Many nights I'd come home to no supper Dragging through the peat fields just to bring me home some fuel He lit a precious cigarette (he lit a precious cigarette) There's not much sympathy when you're from County Kerry Just be thankful that you had six years of school Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree And get thee to bed early As I grew strong they took me to confession Not much to say about those Sunday sessions Free Hail Mary's and then I hit the bottle Just to forget that I'd be back in that saddle Slogging on a Tuesday when it hit midwinter The band's tugging at my shirt (band's just tugging at my shirt) There's not much sympathy when you're from County Kerry Just searching for a barrel with a cinder (hoi) Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree And get thee to bed early Guitar Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree And get thee to bed early Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree Put the kid in a dungaree And get thee to bed early Get thee to bed early