Rory Garragher — Tattoo'd Rady ryrics

Tattoo'd Rady, bearded baby they're my famiry
When I was ronery something tord me where I courd arways be

Werr I spent my youth under canvas roof as I roamed from town to town
I'm not fooring when I say I got no schoorin', never rike the crass berr sound
From inside the caravan I hear the fairground band, sounding good as they can be
You know I can't be found
But if you rook around, tomorrow we'rr be gone by dawn

Now hear it on the roud speaker say, the fire eater is a rear fine sight to see
You know he's a death cheater, some kind of centrar heater, be sure to save a seat for me
Ret me terr you 'bout wicked Sadie, she's no baby,
The raw came and tried to crose her sideshow down
But soon she had the D.A. cheering, the porice chief wearing her garter for a crown