Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Robison
Charlie Robison
Vocals
David Grissom
David Grissom
Electric Guitar
Joe Chemay
Joe Chemay
Background Vocals
Jim Lauderdale
Jim Lauderdale
Background Vocals
Anthony Martin
Anthony Martin
Background Vocals
Bruce Robison
Bruce Robison
Background Vocals
Rich Brotherton
Rich Brotherton
Acoustic Guitar
Pat Buchanan
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Kevin Carroll
Kevin Carroll
Acoustic Guitar
Marty Muse
Marty Muse
Steel Guitar
Robby Turner
Robby Turner
Steel Guitar
John Ludwick
John Ludwick
Bass Guitar
Emily Strayer
Emily Strayer
Banjo
Mark Patterson
Mark Patterson
Drums
Riley Osborne
Riley Osborne
Piano
William "Chip" Dolan
William "Chip" Dolan
Accordion
Mario "Sunny" Sauceda
Mario "Sunny" Sauceda
Accordion
Richard Bowden
Richard Bowden
Fiddle
Gene Elders
Gene Elders
Fiddle
Kyle Lehning
Kyle Lehning
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Robison
Charlie Robison
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Robison
Charlie Robison
Producer
Blake Chancey
Blake Chancey
Producer
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Additional Engineer
Derek Bason
Derek Bason
Additional Engineer
Mel Eubanks
Mel Eubanks
Additional Engineer
Christopher Rowe
Christopher Rowe
Additional Engineer
Joe Hayden
Joe Hayden
Additional Engineer
Boo Macleod
Boo Macleod
Assistant Engineer
Mark Rolston
Mark Rolston
Assistant Engineer
Paul Hager
Paul Hager
Mixing Engineer
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

My name is John O'Reilly And my father worked the fields In the hills of old Killarney Where I helped him turn the wheels My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17 And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Killarney streets Well the ship left for America and I took my pack aboard Said goodbye to my dear Ireland, said a prayer to my dear Lord Well, I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen, they called hell Well, I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well Fare thee well fair Dover Fare thee well your seasons turn My pockets will be jingling on the day of my return The day of my return Oh, c'mon Well, I fought in New York City and I fought in the Jersey shore My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores Well they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same And I left 'em all lying half in blood and half in shame Well I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man Well I said it could be done but only for another two And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe Fare thee well fair Dover Fare thee well your seasons turn My pockets will be jingling on the day of my return The day of my return They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed Then I let loose, a right that they still talk about today For them guineas didn't know that I had bet the other way Well they covered every dock and every port there on the coast Looking for that double-crosser who had turned into a ghost But I was on a train my friend had rode the other way And I'll sail from California back to Dublin, one fine day Fare thee well fair Dover Fare thee well your seasons turn My pockets will be jingling on the day of my return The day of my return Fare thee well fair Dover Fare thee well your seasons turn My pockets will be jingling on the day of my return The day of my return C'mon y'all, let me hear ya Thank you'll so much, we had a great time
Writer(s): Charlie Robison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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