Listen to Presidents and Ghosts by Davie Furey

Presidents and Ghosts

Davie Furey

Folk

39 Shazams

Lyrics

From the western shore To the eastern coast Some turned into presidents Some turned into ghosts Farewell to that coastline That coastline is my home I'll leave it all behind Got to go it alone Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive These dirty grey streets I'd gladly swap for my mountain side My family is gone now These vicious waves I ride Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive The coffin ships they sailed For manys' a lonely week Diseased rats and a starving race Survival is all they'd seek They brought their pipes and whistles And the songs of '98 The prayed for the ones that they left behind Just to get through New York's gate Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive These dirty grey streets I'd gladly swap for my mountain side My family is gone now These vicious waves I ride Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive We'll work night and day sir Till the setting of the sun We'll build the roads and the railway lines Whatever needs to be done The wailing is in their ears And the loneliness stayed in their hearts All they could see through their tear filled eyes Was the ocean that kept them apart Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive These dirty grey streets I'd gladly swap for my mountain side My family is gone now These vicious waves I ride Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive These dirty grey streets I'd gladly swap for my mountain side My family is gone now These vicious waves I ride Eighteen forty five Trying to stay alive Trying to stay alive Trying to stay alive Trying to stay alive
Writer(s): David Furey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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