Vārdi:
Pogues The

Of all the money that e'er I spent I've spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I did Alas, it was to none but me And all I've done for want

When I was young, I watched the cars When I was older, I drank in bars When I was young, well, I chewed the leaves When I was older, I drank with thieves

Jesse James, we understand, has killed many a man He robbed the Union trains He stole from the rich, he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a

Well, if I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the Angels won't receive me Let me go,

Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan The middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone Holes in my shoes where the rain comes in I'm sittin

If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME Let me go, boys

I'll be with them asleep or dreaming I'll be there when they wake up screaming At the hour of death I will nurse them To have a moment more to curse them

Oh farewell you streets of sorrow And farewell you streets of pain I'll not return to feel more sorrow Nor to see more young men slain Through the last

Farewell to you, my own true love I am going far, far away I am bound for California And I know that I'll return someday So fare thee well, my own true