8

 

Light in the darkness. The night of light

"Whiskey In The Jar" 

 As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me, no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman yeah for you know she tricked me easy Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my money with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' And some men like ta hear, ta hear the cannon ball a roarin' Me I like sleepin', specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Whiskey in the jar-o Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Hey, musha ring dum a doo dum a da Musha ring dum a doo dum a da

Big business

Busty booster drinks....

Bad Medicine

Adulterated alcoholic beverages

Boissons alcoolisées frelatées

Johnny B Goode

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to read and write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell Go go. Go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Old engineer sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by would stop and say "Oh my but how that little country boy could play" Go go. Go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode His mother told him some day you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music till the sun goes down Maybe someday your name will be in lights, saying Johnny B. Goode tonight Go go. Go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode

That´s my story of 8

She Fucking 8ates Me