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Bruce Springsteen with the Sessions Band - Mrs. McGrath (Live In Dublin)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Sam Bardfeld
Sam Bardfeld
Violin
Frank Bruno
Frank Bruno
Guitar
Jeremy Chatzky
Jeremy Chatzky
Bass
Larry Eagle
Larry Eagle
Drums
Charles Giordano
Charles Giordano
Piano
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Kevin Buell
Kevin Buell
Assistant Engineer
Ross Peterson
Ross Peterson
Assistant Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Recording Engineer

Letras

"Oh, Mrs McGrath," the sergeant said "Would you like a soldier in your son Ted With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat Oh, Mrs McGrath, wouldn't you like that?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship come into the bay With her son from far away "Oh captain dear, where have you been You've been sailing the Mediterranean Have you news of my son Ted Is he living or is he dead?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a Up came Ted without any legs And in their place, two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two And said "My god, Ted is it you?" "Now were you drunk or were you blind When you left your two fine legs behind Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a "No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A cannon ball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away" "Oh, Teddyboy," the widow cried "Your two fine legs were your mother's pride Stumps of a tree won't do at all Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?" With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a All foreign wars I do proclaim Live on the blood and the mother's pain I'd rather have my son as he used to be Than the King of America and his whole navy With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
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