Kilmaine Saints - Long Shot Nag

Текст с Bandcamp’a: “Out of bed and feeling rough one Sunday in the morn Rent is due, the bank is bare, I’m wishing I’d never been born A fiver in my pocket and some whiskey in my bag I head on down to Curragh, to bet on the long shot nag Her name is Screaming Banshee and she’s never won a race Never fast and usually last, at 10 lengths off the pace They say this race is pointless, her odds are 40 to 1 Just one more chance to win it all before her days are done I swear I’ll never drink again, or lie or cheat or sin I’ll never more spend all the rent on whiskey, girls and gin ‘Cuz every dog has his day, and some are born to lose And if this long shot nag comes in, the devil gets his due I place my bet and take a shot, then 2 more down for luck The weather’s shite, the track’s a mess, we’re running in the muck The Banshee’s not a mudder, and she’s breaking from post 8 The call comes out, the bugle sounds, all horses to the gate! She stumbles on the starting line, and trails behind the pack 10 lengths behind and out 5 wide, stalking from the back 2 furlongs left she surges on, now leading by a head That long shot nag wins by a length, and quickly drops down dead CHORUS With pockets flush, I headed out in good old Dublin town Drinking pints and whiskey, losing more with every round Walking down O’Connell Street, my brain is in a daze I saw a site coming walking by, her name is Maggie May Maggie had been charming men since 1972 Her teeth were gone, her hair once blonde, was now a silvery blue She offered me her company, though I’m not one to brag I spent my rent for one more ride, aboard the long shot nag Music and lyrics: M. McNaughton from Whiskey Blues and Faded Tattoos, released July 31, 2017“