Casey Lyrics - Live At The Point - Christy Moore

If it's drink you want and plenty of feeding 

And you like the bed as well 

Grab the wife, throw the kids in the Datsun 

Make for Inch and the Strand hotel 

If talk of turf drives you crazy 

And you can't face a bale of hay 

Make for Foley's work the topshelf talk puck, pints and the GAA 

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Casey, Casey you're the divil 

When you get behind the wheel 

It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs 

When your Firestones they did feel 

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Oh the low road goes from Killorglin all the way down to Annascaul 

When Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes at all 

A trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom 

He might have been all soul's salvation but he also was the sheep dog's doom 

From the holy dioceses of Galway Eamonn went to London town 

Where the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and flagged him down 

As he was tearing after luncheon around the city like a loon 

Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up their auld balloon 

Geographically he was in limbo faced with justice true and true 

No obligations were accepted he was rightly up the flue 

No bolt of lightning from the heaven could remove the boys in blue 

Well he wished the force that had worked at Cana would turn his wine into water too 

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When Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the wankers made a great furore 

But Eamonn remembered bishop Romero said he'd even up the score 

Casey Casey said "God willin' I'll meet Reagan on the road 

Niall O'Brien will hear his confessions when I've taught him the Green Cross Code" 

Casey Casey you're the right man to teach them Yankees right from wrong 

If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to Martin Egan's song 

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