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rhythm & sticks - between the hours of 2 & 4 lyrics

[verse 1]
i used to wake up on a sunday
with me head about to burst
from all i drank that night before
to try and quench me thirst
as quick as i could wake meself
and lift me trousers from the ground
well i’d be going like a rocket
as a fl!cker through the pocket
count my last few pound
i was headed for the town
oh, i was headed for the town

[verse 2]
i was headed to the local
once i’d showed me face at mass
to get a seat up at the bar
that place could fill up fast
oh, the pub it was a special place
but on a sunday even more
because the law that time had a closing time
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four

[chorus]
we had hagin on the squeeze
max reilly on the whistle
with the “hills of donegal”
then big man green had his fócal in between
no he couldn’t sing at all
well the craic and song with the bodhrán
the whole place shouting for more
for the place it was hopping
and the guards they were knocking
nearly beating down the door
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four
[verse 3]
oh, they say now that the pub life
it has taken a great fall
when you go out on a sunday now
there’s no one out at all
so in my view what they ha’ ta do
is bring it back as it was before
when no one was allowed
but there always was a crowd
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four

[chorus]
we had hagin on the squeeze
max reilly on the whistle
with the “hills of donegal”
then big man green had his fócal in between
no he couldn’t sing at all
well the craic and song with the bodhrán
the whole place shouting for more
for the place it was hopping
and the guards they were knocking
nearly beating down the door
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four
[chorus]
we had hagin on the squeeze
max reilly on the whistle
with the “hills of donegal”
then big man green had his fócal in between
no he couldn’t sing at all
well the craic and song with the bodhrán
the whole place shouting for more
for the place it was hopping
and the guards they were knocking
nearly beating down the door
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four
between the hours of two and four

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