Picture this... Its fifty years ago on a small country farm Johnny McMasters Place And its Friday Night You've just finished ten hot days of back breakin labor And the hay...the hay is finallyin You're sitting around the kitchen table Under the dim light of the carosine lantern Everyone is laughing and joking and telling stories... about their neighbors You're half way through a bottle of....Moon Shine And You're gettin aaalllllll fired up....for the dance Ladies and Gentlemen...I give you the Mull River Shuffle
Here comes Mister MacNeil The fine shape that he is in There is no telling which way he'll feel After his twister around the bend
Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail Some were purely fiction
Look up yonder it's old MacPhee He's having a few he can hardly see Wrapped his buggy around a tree Someone would call the Mounties
Raisin't the jar and raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail Some were purely fiction
Ups you'll find young cameron of full the debts and a fearful hammerin he'll be stutterin and stammerin and there'll be hell today come saturday
Raisin the jar and raisin hell theres plenty of stories that they will tell some were born of true detail and some were purely fiction
There they write By the light Burn and grite Everynight waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Cocomaugh
raisin the jar and raisin hell theres plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail and some were purely fiction
There they stand by the door Selling bush by the score Asking you to buy some more Along the shores of 'Cocomagh
Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some are born of true detail Some are purely fiction
I'll go home, I'll go home Full of the devil and full of the rum I'll go home, I'll go home We'll all go home in the morning(reapeat X5)
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Copy to Clipboard: Picture this... Its fifty years ago on a small country farm Johnny McMasters Place And its Friday Night You've just finished ten hot days of back breakin labor And the hay...the hay is finallyin You're sitting around the kitchen table Under the dim light of the carosine lantern Everyone is laughing and joking and telling stories... about their neighbors You're half way through a bottle of....Moon Shine And You're gettin aaalllllll fired up....for the dance Ladies and Gentlemen...I give you the Mull River Shuffle
Here comes Mister MacNeil The fine shape that he is in There is no telling which way he'll feel After his twister around the bend
Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail Some were purely fiction
Look up yonder it's old MacPhee He's having a few he can hardly see Wrapped his buggy around a tree Someone would call the Mounties
Raisin't the jar and raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail Some were purely fiction
Ups you'll find young cameron of full the debts and a fearful hammerin he'll be stutterin and stammerin and there'll be hell today come saturday
Raisin the jar and raisin hell theres plenty of stories that they will tell some were born of true detail and some were purely fiction
There they write By the light Burn and grite Everynight waiting for the fish to bite along the shores of Cocomaugh
raisin the jar and raisin hell theres plenty of stories that they will tell Some were born of true detail and some were purely fiction
There they stand by the door Selling bush by the score Asking you to buy some more Along the shores of 'Cocomagh
Raisin' the jar and raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some are born of true detail Some are purely fiction
I'll go home, I'll go home Full of the devil and full of the rum I'll go home, I'll go home We'll all go home in the morning(reapeat X5)
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