who is charlie robinson?

hi sea bass.

i cant help you.

John O'Reilly.



and it won't help you get laid.

country sucks

hth

Reckless Kelly sings this... its the only song that came to mind

The first pub we could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane
A Virgin flight to Shannontown the day it didn’t rain
The laughing eyes of Ireland sparkling blue and green
With hair as black as Guinness stout and barely seventeen

We’re back out on the cobblestones
Whiskey drunk and high again
Liquored up and gearing up for seven nights in Ireland

The corner booth is waiting for the session to begin
It’s quiet as a mother’s prayer ‘till we all stumble in
And it’s fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin
And a piper man is blowing like the North Atlantic wind

And an Aran island beauty is sawing on the violin
I wonder will she miss me after seven nights in Ireland

It’s Ladies’ Day in Galway and we watched the ponies run
Fifty pounds against the odds and came in six to one
McSwiggin heard the race report, he invited us on in
So we drank Catholic whiskey with all our newfound friends

They raised a glass to all of us and we all toasted them
Here’s to Michael, Tom and Pat and seven nights in Ireland

Well we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear
And when she walked me to the gate I swear I saw a tear
But then she looked into my eyes I knew she felt my pain
And only then I realized we were standing in the rain

So save our places at the pub and when the eyes are dry again
We’ll come back another day for seven nights in Ireland

[This message has been edited by GigEmBevo (edited 9/12/2008 8:05p).]

if by robinson you mean robison...

...i still can't help you

you suck so much

hippie...great minds think alike. i think you said it better than i

i lubs my rd

love Charlie Robison..here are the lyrics

My name is John O'Reilly
And my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Kilarny
Where I helped him turn the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets

Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well

Chorus
Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return

I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of *****s
They called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
I left em' all lyin' half in blood and half in shame

I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
I said it could be done but only for another two
He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe

Chorus
Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return

They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
And i'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day

love her and post pics of the lovin'!

and there you have it

[This message has been edited by JavelinaAg (edited 9/12/2008 8:10p).]

yea, 7 nights in ireland is by reckless kelly. that was a big fail on your part

hippie, can i come live with you when my house gets blown away tonight

forever and ever!

at least you'd already be in austin for ACL!

true that! and i'll have my upcoming fema debit card for us to go get wastey faced with

if you like that song, check out Dixieland by Steve Earle

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true that! and i'll have my upcoming fema debit card for us to go get wastey faced with

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SUH-WEET!