Same S​#​!​t Different Day

by Jimmy George

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Looking for some Celtic/Irish drinking songs for St. Patrick's Day? Look no further!

This is a compilation of "greatest hits" from our albums "Hotel Motel" and "A Month of Sundays", with a few live and bonus tracks thrown in for good measure.

If you like Mumford and Sons, Modest Mouse, The Pogues, Spirit of the West, Great Big Sea, you'll enjoy these tunes.

Music supervisors: we own all rights and masters, contact us for licensing.

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released 01 January 2011
Recorded at Sound of One Hand, Ottawa ON

Month of Sundays tracks produced by Bill Stunt
Hotel Motel tracks produced by Marty Jones and the band

Live tracks recorded at The Pit in Ottawa, Canada

All songs by Jimmy George (words & music by names listed below) copyright and registered SOCAN/ASCAP, all rights reserved.

ERIC JEFFREY ALTMAN - DRUMS
JOEL LAWRENCE CARLSON - MANDOLIN
STEPHEN KIRK DONNELLY - BASS
MICHAEL JOHN EADY - FIDDLE
JEFFREY W KERR - BANJO
MICHAEL ROSS LAWSON - ELECTRIC GUITAR
BENJAMIN LUKE TODD - LEAD VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR
MICKEY VALLEE - ACCORDION

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Track Name: Token Celtic Drinking Song (One Stiff Whiskey)
Token Celtic Drinking Song (One Stiff Whiskey)
Words & music Altman/Carlson/Donnelly/Eady/Kerr/Lawson/Todd/Valle - all rights reserved, registered SOCAN/ASCAP

Lyrics:

As I walked over by the rare old side
Saw an army of read-skins dressed in white
You're feeling foreign it's your dying right
One stiff whiskey you can drink whatever you like

You live bored or kinda you're nowhere
We all do our best to pretend you don't care
Feelin' foreign and it's your dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like

It's alright

Disquieting dreams in the middle of the night,
You toss your head, man, you know it's not right
You're feelin' foreign, it's your dyin' right,
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like.

Some is bored, some is poor,
Some is bored about being poor
Only the best shirt that I adore,
We don't need no black shirts that's for sure

Moving forward like a special bard,
Says "o.k. boys let's see your union cards"
Feelin' foreign it's my dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, I can drink whatever you like

It's alright, yeah, I can drink whatever I like.
Track Name: My Final Days With You
Engaging conversation
Bit of light for you and i
A bucket of concentration
And a poke in the evil eye
A word to all the patron saints near and far away
Late night cards and best regards
The parting of the day

Well bring an extra pack boys it's the party of the year
The skies are all laid open and the sun is wild and clear
The working day has ended and no one's short of cash
I hope we make it 'til the night time's through
I hope I spend my final days with you

(Accordion break)

Outside on the fire escape the sun is going down
Paper matches fill the air and devils whirl around
The rushes bend and bristle, the rose sweet and true
I swear I saw Godiva, her eyes were pale and blue

Well bring an extra pack boys it's the party of the year
The fields have all grown over, the sky is wild and clear
The working day has ended and no one's short of cash
I hope we make it 'til the night time's through
I hope I spend my final days with you

(Mandolin & penny whistle break)

(Repeat first verse)
The rushes bend and bristle, you're the rose that I can see

(Mandolin break)
Track Name: Another Round
She said her name was Karyn,
That's Karyn with a "Y"
In a bar in Soho on the fourth of July
She came from up north
On leave from the military
The way she came on to me was getting kind of scary

So offered her my chair
But she said she wanted to share
I said I've got someone back home
And that was not why I was there...

Chorus:
Another round for my friends
Though our money's at an end
We're drunk enough to last until tomorrow
Another round for my friends
Though our money's at an end
We'll last until tomorrow
We'll worry about it then

We headed down to Portsmouth, Lee-on-Sollent to be precise
We stayed with some family that treated us all right
Busking in their living room tested all our wits
So we headed to the boardwalk and soon got over it

We thought we'd try our luck
Play and raise a few bucks
Before long we were looking for a pub
Because the busking really sucked

Repeat Chorus

We're heading up to Cambridge
We meet Delle Grimsmo-Powney
Eric Bleakley lies about being a sound-man (just kidding Eric)
Breaking mirrors off of cars and getting stuff stolen
Finding your clothes all floating in the river

And now you're going home (Spike)
With nothing but the shirt on your back
Having one last pint
At the Heathrow airport

Repeat chorus 2x