Green Blues by TRÚ

South Massachusetts is the place i was raised up
This country is cursed and it's none of my fault
Guns going off, shooting young ones in trouble
Strange fruit on the trees, where’s my damn wall?

I wish I was born by the lakes of Fermanagh
Where my grand-daddy angled the banks green and fair
‘Cause now i feel so low and brokenhearted
And I'll never get closer to being from there

From the five Points scars and Chicago bars
To the coffin ships, I've earned my whip
So put your banners down, it's me runs this town

Still we can go down to County Carlow
We can pour out the pubs and get sick up the wall
Mistaking the names of the friendliest locals
I'll be singing my one party piece til i die

So spilling the head of my drink on the floor tiles
Sporting a giveaway whiskey black eye
We'll try to hold each other up for the sunrise
Then settle back down for the long journey home

From the five Points scars in Chicago bars
To the coffin ships, I've earned my whip
So put your banners down, it's me runs this town

Shakin hands with the Klan, Mob and White House gangs
You dangle the key in the land of the free
The power, the shame, only yourselves to blame
Sing them green blues
The power, the shame, only yourselves to blame
Sing them green blues
The power, the shame, only yourselves to blame
Sing them green blues

• Folk
• Irish
• Irish folk song
• blues
• folk
• folksong
• northern ireland
• traditional folk