Celtic Days by Smokie
In a smoke filled room in a back ally bar
with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar
the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised
Those were my Celtic days
My second hand shoes aint got no value
But a part ime job will bring in what I need
coz my school books I had to steal or borrow
so my school days, were few and far between
In a smoke filled room in back ally bar
with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar
the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised
those were my Celtic days
Lismoe-ahan some days would seem so empty
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