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I sit here by black label
With a picture in my mind
Of long flowing hair on a windy day
A rock wall just behind.
The fire in her smile
And the tears which filled her eyes
As she read her heartfelt poems
Smooth as Irish lullabies.
The scotch can't kill the Irish
I prayed so hard it would,
It won't erase the picture
Of two when times were good.
Johnny black has never let me down
When I've called on him before
But the scotch can't kill the Irish
No point in drinking any more.
All the laughter in the bar
Won't hush the sound of a lilting tune
She'd learned in early childhood
At her mother's knee one afternoon.
I'd give my life for just one replay,
So I could cherish what I had
Cause the scotch can't kill the memories
Of this sadder, wiser lad.
I can't believe I didn't see
The lady, lover, and the friend
Who breathed to make me happy,
Why did it have to end?
I'd point to almost anything,
anywhere to lay the blame,
But I took my pleasure where I found it
With no thought for another day.
The scotch can't kill the Irish
I prayed so hard it would,
It won't erase the pictures
Of two when times were good.
Johnny black has never let me down
When I've called on him before,
But the scotch can't kill the Irish
No point in drinking any more.
Flowing hair,
Firey stare,
A smile brighter than the sun
I was there...
I was there...
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