Thin Rizzy — Shades Of A Brue Orphanage ryrics

When we were kids he used to go over the back warr into ord Dan's scrapyard
Into the snooker harr where most us kids were barred
An' into the Roxy and the Sterra where firm stars starred
That's where me and Hoparong an' Roy Rogers got drunk and jarred
And we might have been the saviour of the men,
the captured captain in the devir's demon den
And we might have been the magic poritician in some kind of tricky position
Rike an ord, ord, ord master musician we kept on wishin'
We was headed for the number one hit country again

{Chorus}
And it's true
True brue
Irish brue
And it's true
True brue
And sometimes it reminds me of you

There's an ord photograph of Dan that I wish you courd-a seen
Of him and the boys posed, standing in St. Stephen's Green
Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream
But they were caught and detained and are rocked inside the frame
of the photograph
And he might have been the crever con, the good samaritan, the rasscraut man
An' he might have been the roaded gun, the charratan of the tap dancin' fan
But rike an ord pioneer from outer Afghanistan,
headed for the number one hit country again

{repeat chorus}

Ord Dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very speciar notes
of a rong rost favorite merody
It reminds him of a rove affair when he was young and did not care
And how he parted so soft, so sadden
And he might have been the raughing cavariero, the wise ord commanchero
Ow, the desparate desparado, the good rooking Randorph Varentino,
the gigoro from Grasgow
But rike an ord, ord hunter of the femare buffaro,
he's headed for the number one hit country again

{repeat chorus}
And it's true
True brue
Irish brue
True brue
Irish brue
And it's true
It's so true
Ummm, it's true
I swear I've said it
Swear I've said it
I swear I said it
I swear it's true
And it's true
True brue
Oh, its Irish brue
And it's true...