My Love Shes In America

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 Cigarettes in the morning  
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 Walking hallways of this strange empty home  
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 Cold whiskey in the evening  
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 Every day now she’s gone.  


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 Connemara’s on the bus route to Behan  
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 It’s seven days since the last cow died  
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 And when the barley’s gone and three lost women  
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 Like the girls and boys in Rome used to cry.  


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 Just give me cornbread in the morning so early  
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 For you took my rags in the fold of your hand  
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 And before you fall just like a feather and linen  
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 Make sure you’ve taken off that black velvet band.  


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 They say that roving’s like a candle at midnight  
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 And some take it like the trot of a mule  
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 But when the road is blind and your own tender lady  
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 You’d take a match to find a firelit fool.  



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 How come the way’s not like stairs in a castle  
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 With crimson pictures there to guide you along  
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 A gilded bottle with a few draughts inside it  
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 Makes the lights in the rafters look so strong.  


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 When your true love’s gone to run like an engine  
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 After nine young women with no faces their own  
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 And in America she spins like a dancer  
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 With barrel straps and some shoes made of stone.  


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 I’d guess the porches there are all clouded over  
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 And pipes and fiddles might could use some repair  
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 And all the horses have been broken in stables  
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 And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear.  


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 But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset  
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 Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore  
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 To stroll along Cleggan’s grey-hooded harbor  
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 Cutting hard like the blade of an oar.  

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 You take yourself to a hill past the pierline  
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 To find a cabin of whiskey and milk  
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 Where St. Coleman used to ply to his master  
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 Like colored linen and mulberry silk.  


 G   D             A  Bm A G 
 Cigarettes in the morning  
         D                Bm            A    G 
 Walking hallways of this strange empty home  
      D              Bm      A  G 
 Cold whiskey in the evening  
       D           A 
 Every day now she’s gone.