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A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called homeIt wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the wayI was goin' to Ireland retracing my family footsteps diggin' up rootsYou could call 'em tubersThe closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to look like meSaw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that farI went in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers''Guinness gives you strength', he said, I'll tell you friends it's like drinkin' breadThere's a loaf in every pint I was feelin' strong felt like I wanted to singMy whistle was wet and my tongue was looseWhen the barman asked how come I'd chooseTo travel such a long, long way on such a cold and rainy dayI said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around.My great grandaddy came from there.I want to see if the old home place is still there.'Well he shook his head up and downAnd then side to side and then he turned around and said'A Cavan man then you know, a lot of people wouldn't admit to that'I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castleHad a hard time gettin' my dinner thereIt was full of these people with light blonde hairDanish tourists two big busloads of 'emNow the owner of the place, his hair was blackLetras de cancionesWhen I talked to him, I didn't get much backHis people are what you call 'west Brits'They're the ones that treated my people like dirtThat's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit moreHis nose was way up in the air but he took my money all the sameThat night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I'd rather have as hostIt was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County CavanThen the very next day in the hardware storeI found a cousin ten times removed or moreBut he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint he was sellin' nuts and bolts and paintI told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin'I could tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jestHe said, 'How exactly may I help you sir?'I just bought some nails and got the hell out of thereThen later that day after some detection, I found the lane in the rural sectionIt matched the picture in my dad's scrap bookAnd my heart beat faster as I drove to lookThe sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residentsIt was a little sheep dog and an old milk cowYeah the old home place is an old barn nowIt's ashes to ashes dust to dust thatched roof to tin roof and tin roof to rust From Letras Mania