Letras:Pogues. Boys from The County Hell.

On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Drank ten pints of beer, cursed all the people there
I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me

And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

At the time I was working for a landlord
He was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen
To lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
He was a miserable bullocks and a bitch's bastard's whore

And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
All I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all

And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

Now I've the most charming of verandas
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ that I had fifteen more

And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink

The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam

And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road 'cause you can never tell
We've a thirst like a gang of devils, we're the boys of the county hell

And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning