Mary Coughlan - Delaney's Gone Back On The Wine
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In a rundown little tavern, back in old Galway Town,
Where the boys and me would practice every day.
Over in the square, amongst his cronies there
Big Joe Delaney's mandolin held sway
Occasionally he'd drop in, to buy another bottle,
Until the day he joined in our strange song.
Since then we've been together, one-night-stands and stormy weather.
And after all the souped up cocktails,
This is all that's left to say.

CHORUS:
Delaney's gone back on the wine.
Too many years spent marching in time
Now he's like all the other bums:
Sorry, but so glad to be alone.

He didn't move out right away
Spent a few evenings just tearing out his hair
While all the kids just stared.
And we moaned about who really cared.

And when we were starry-eyed
All good friends lapping up our style
But now, the blitz has hit town,
There's nobody around,
there's nobody around

CHORUS:
Delaney's gone back on the wine.
Too many years spent marching in time
Now he's like all the other bums:
Sorry, but so glad to be alone.

Delaney's gone back on the wine
In a few years it wont seem like such a crime
So, farewell lounge bar blues
Sorry, but so glad to be alone.