The Porter House

Head on down to the Porter House A pint o' plain for your worries and doubts You never know what you might find On Monday nights there's music at nine Pat the barman is there tonight He's the one with the gentle eyes Slingin' ciders in a green tweed vest If you see him will you send my best If it's not too busy behind the bar And there happens to be a vacant guitar Pat's golden voice will fill up the room With a Christy Moore or a Johnny Cash tune Head on down to the Porter House A pint o' plain for your worries and doubts You never know what you might find On Monday nights there's music at nine Don't be afraid if you know the song To close your eyes and sing along Try to recall who taught it to you A grey memory that's suddenly new You won't be alone in your reverie In a country that sings to remember its grief From the cliffs of Doneen to the streets of Nashville A song is a song and it does what it will Head on down to the Porter House A pint o' plain for your worries and doubts You never know what you might find On Monday nights there's music at nine