The Fatty Farmers - Wild Ways To Galway | Текст песни

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A vagrant who’s lost his job
His dwelling and lowly crop
Has fallen ill
He’s sadly building a manmade boat

At Aunt Jemima’s home
near filene’s department store
Now their family live well
Making a living in New York

His plans are not death
He Hopes to start from scratch
In the far side of the world;
He leaves all what’s left
Still loving his land
He knows he’ll never lose that love

Through out the wild ways to Galway
Cause he´s wishing to reach the sea
Searching his own freedom’s pathway
The New World, he’s going to seek


Among all the locked doors
Are only shitty jobs
my dreams turned sad and have finally gone
I was a blind child,
a simple wind-up toy
I was one of death's red juggling balls

Through out the wild ways to Galway
Cause he´s wishing to reach the sea
Searching his own freedom’s pathway
The New World, he’s going to seek.

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