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The Mighty Regis

I ain't never had no Lucky Charms My feckin' stout ain't green Don't worry 'bout catching no leprechauns And my Irish eyes don't gleam Won't have me

I lost my job at the mill today Now I can't go home I lost my will to work that way Now I can't go home I lost my money so I cannot pay Now I can't go

Black clouds come rolling, weather is charging like a nightmare Fear turns to panic, and there's no safe place to hide Givin' no fair warning, caught

There's a tree that grows in Sligo, in the middle of my town So I grabbed a couple matches, and burned it to the ground Was just a touch of mischief,

We don't have that much in common We don't even sound alike I've never been to Scotland I got me own bagpipes Keep your double-O seven We got Remington

When it goes around it comes back around Now an ear to the wind you can hear the sound The pipes whistle in the air they call us home You made your way

He used to have a smile A gleamin' in his eye Now Murphy sits alone He watches time go by (It) hurts us just to see him His magic is all gone So have

On the road to Vegas gonna try me Irish luck Left L.A. behind me set to bet a couple bucks Hit the town of bright lights maybe get some sinnin' in Hope