I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone Watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam I will make my way, through one more day in... hell.
How Much Difference Does It Make How Much Difference Does It Make
I will hold the candle, till it burns up my arm I'll keep taking punches until their will grows tired I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind Hey, I won't change direction and I won't change my mind
How Much Difference Does It Make How Much Difference Does It Make
As I was going' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier I said stand or deliver or the devil he may take ya
Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Wack for my daddy-o, Wack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny. I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she loved me never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
chorus
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber takin’ my Molly with me And I never knew the danger for about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell. I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.
Chorus
Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin', and some men like ta hear, the cannon ball a roarin'. Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber. But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.
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X-ray vision, ha!? Chu' viski boje loze! Koga oni petljaju? A ti, chitash ih k'o bukvar:))
I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone
I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way, through one more day in... hell.
How Much Difference Does It Make
How Much Difference Does It Make
I will hold the candle, till it burns up my arm
I'll keep taking punches until their will grows tired
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won't change direction and I won't change my mind
How Much Difference Does It Make
How Much Difference Does It Make
I'll swallow poison until I grow immune
Whiskey in the Jar
As I was going' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
I said stand or deliver or the devil he may take ya
Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Wack for my daddy-o,
Wack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny.
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy
chorus
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber takin’ my Molly with me
And I never knew the danger for about six or maybe seven, in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.
Chorus
Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin',
and some men like ta hear, the cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber.
But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.
Thin Lizzy
Ja, ja :)!!
Jar-o :)
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