Galway Girl (Live) - Brogue Wave

She played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Said "Baby, I just wanna dance" I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar She asked me "What does it mean, the the Gaelic ink on your arm?" Said "It was one of my friends songs, do you wanna drink on?" She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun She got Arthur on the table with Johnny riding a shotgun Shouted some more, one more drink at the bar Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance You know she played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Said "Baby, I just wanna dance" With my pretty little Galway Girl You're my pretty little Galway Girl You know, she beats me at darts and the she beats me at pool And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool After dancing the céili singing to trad tunes I never head Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet A capella in a bar using her feet for a beat Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week And in this packed out rooms, swear she was singing to me You know she played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Said "Baby, I just wanna dance" My pretty little Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl Now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine Our coats both smell of smoke, whiskey and wine As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night I walked her home then she took me inside Finished some Doritos and another bottle of wine I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write About a Galway Girl and a perfect night She played the fiddle in an Irish band But she fell in love with an English man But I kissed her on the neck And then I took her by the hand Baby, I just wanna dance WIth my pretty little Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl My-my-my-my-my-my-my Galway Girl (uhh, uh, uh)

My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground, Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon Everytime you are not around I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream I wish I could make it easy Easy to love me, love me But still I reach To find a way I'm stuck here in between I'm looking for the right words to say I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream

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