Arthur Fields & Peerless Quartette - Where Do We Go From Here | Текст песни

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Paddy Mack drove a hack Up and down Broadway. Pat had one expression, and he'd use it every day. Any time he'd grab a fare, to take them for a ride, Paddy Jumped upon the seat, cracked his whip and cried:

Where do we go from here boys? Where do go from here? Anywhere from Harlem to a Jersey City pier;\" When Pat would spy a pretty girl, he'd whisper in her ear, \"Oh joy, Oh boy, Where do we go from here?\"

One fine day on Broadway, Pat was driving fast when the street was blown to pieces by a subway blast. Down the hole poor Paddy went, a thinkin' of his past, Then he says, says he, I think these words will be my last:

Where do we go from here boys? Where do go from here? Paddy's neck was in the wreck but still he had nor fear; He saw a dead man next to him and whispered in his ear, \"Oh joy, Oh boy, Where do we go from here?\"

First of all, at the call, when the war began, Pat enlisted in the army as a fighting man. When the drills began, they'd walk a hundred miles a day, Tho the rest got tired, Paddy always used to say:

Where do we go from here boys? Where do go from here? Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill and make him shed a tear; And when we see the enemy we'll shoot in the rear, \"Oh joy, Oh boy, Where do we go from here?\"

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