Up in the bar all smoking cigars

While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar

Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far

Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar

You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart

Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start

Pass me on the pain that you made into art

Yea, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dart

When someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things,

Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings

They gon' kill you with their passion and their soul

When the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and all

While another man's crying in his beers and all

While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all

Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised

For all we sing about better days, better days

Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray

Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days

Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away

In the future this will be the good ol' days

Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl

Now we're all lost

Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost

whole
watch
vibes
verse
tunes
tonight
these
there
while
their
strings
streets
story
sings
shame
remember
tears
rebel
start
raised
plenty
playing
times
dress
tattoos
empty
degrees
crowd
crying
along
cause
drinking
dancing
through
bring
crawl
night
first
other
about
straight
everybody
beers
coming
drops
paddy
pound
cheers
leave
cigars
friends
future
gonna
listen
guitar
college
march
passion
hanging
proud
heart
heroin
better
hopes
irish
seven
jenny
keith
never
whiskey
girls
piano
penny
things
started
smoking
people
another
place

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