When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dan's scrapyard Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred An' into the roxy and the stella where film stars starred That's where me and hopalong an' roy rogers got drunk and jarred And we might have been the saviour of the men, The captured captain in the devil's demon den And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin' We was headed for the number one hit country again
{chorus} And it's true True blue Irish blue And it's true True blue And sometimes it reminds me of you
There's an old photograph of dan that I wish you could-a seen Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen's green Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream But they were caught and detained and are locked inside the frame Of the photograph And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man An' he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin' fan But like an old pioneer from outer afghanistan, Headed for the number one hit country again
{repeat chorus}
Old dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes Of a long lost favorite melody It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care And how he parted so soft, so sadden And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking randolph valentino, The gigolo from glasgow But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo, He's headed for the number one hit country again
{repeat chorus} And it's true True blue Irish blue True blue Irish blue And it's true It's so true Ummm, it's true I swear I've said it Swear I've said it I swear I said it I swear it's true And it's true True blue Oh, it's irish blue And it's true...
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