Talkin' Cavan Lyrics - Tim O'brien

A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home 

It wasn't that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way 

I was goin' to Ireland... retracing my family footsteps... diggin' up roots 

You could call em tubers 

The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to look like me 

Saw a sign said Mollie O'Brien's bar, I knew right then I couldn't be that far 

I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers 

'Guiness gives you strength, he said, I'll tell you friends it's like drinkin' bread 

There's a loaf in every pint... I was feelin' strong... felt like I wanted to sing 

My whistle was wet and my tongue was loose 

When the barman asked how come I'd choose 

To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and rainy day 

I said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. That's in County Cavan, to look around. 

My great grandaddy came from there. 

I want to see if the old home place is still there. 

Well he shook his head up and down 

And then side to side and then he turned around and said 

'A Cavan man then... you know, a lot of people wouldn't admit to that 

I figured I'd save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle 

Had a hard time gettin' my dinner there 

It was full of these people with light blonde hair 

Danish tourists...two big busloads of em 

Now the owner of the place, his hair was black 

When I talked to him, I didn't get much back 

His people are what you call 'west Brits 

They're the ones that treated my people like dirt 

That's what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn't know I'd come back for a little bit more 

His nose was way up in the air... but he took my money all the same 

That night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I'd rather have as host 

It was Tom O'Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County Cavan 

Then the very next day in the hardware store 

I found a cousin ten times removed or more 

But he was no apparition, he wasn't a haint - he was sellin' nuts and bolts and paint 

I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood there still, reflectin' 

I could tell he wasn't that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace of jest 

He said, 'How exactly may I help you sir? 

I just bought some nails and got the hell out of there 

Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section 

It matched the picture in my dad's scrap book 

And my heart beat faster as I drove to look 

The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents 

It was a little sheep dog and an old milk cow 

Yeah the old home place is an old barn now 

It's ashes to ashes... dust to dust... thatched roof to tin roof... and tin roof to rust