Christy Moore - Hard Cases lyrics
[Christy Moore - Hard Cases lyrics]
You're in the pub at half past ten
The money for the cure all spent again
Trying to figure out who's carrying and
Where they'll be that day
Forget about the night before when you were
Flying for an hour or more
And move across to the Central
Bar hoping that you'll see
One of them hard cases, soft faces
Who grip you with their deadly smile
The grip it slowly tightens and
The grin gets slowly deeper
And beads of perspiration stand
Out upon your cadgilation
Someone takes the pressure off and
Calls out more porter
Soon enough the tap runs dry and
The afternoon goes slowly by
The Barman looks on warily as
Your mates come drifting in
Someone says there's a session on
A tarnished bard has just hit town
Move across to the Widows see if you
Can rustle up the entrance fee from
A woman you know buys you your last
And the evening goes flashing past
Bridie's screaming as your eyeing the
Slops behind the bar
The party crowd is gathering, the banjo
Fiddle and mandolin
The cider flagon hunt is on
If you haven't got a tosser
Won't you bring along a dozen of
The money for the cure all spent again
Trying to figure out who's carrying and
Where they'll be that day
Forget about the night before when you were
Flying for an hour or more
And move across to the Central
Bar hoping that you'll see
One of them hard cases, soft faces
Who grip you with their deadly smile
The grip it slowly tightens and
The grin gets slowly deeper
And beads of perspiration stand
Out upon your cadgilation
Someone takes the pressure off and
Calls out more porter
Soon enough the tap runs dry and
The afternoon goes slowly by
The Barman looks on warily as
Your mates come drifting in
Someone says there's a session on
A tarnished bard has just hit town
Move across to the Widows see if you
Can rustle up the entrance fee from
A woman you know buys you your last
And the evening goes flashing past
Bridie's screaming as your eyeing the
Slops behind the bar
The party crowd is gathering, the banjo
Fiddle and mandolin
The cider flagon hunt is on
If you haven't got a tosser
Won't you bring along a dozen of