When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dan's scrapyard

Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred

An' into the roxy and the stella where film stars starred

That's where me and hopalong an' roy rogers got drunk and jarred

And we might have been the saviour of the men,

The captured captain in the devil's demon den

And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position

Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin'

We was headed for the number one hit country again



{chorus}

And it's true

True blue

Irish blue

And it's true

True blue

And sometimes it reminds me of you



There's an old photograph of dan that i wish you could-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 locked inside the frame

Of the photograph

And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man

An' he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin' fan

But like an old pioneer from outer afghanistan,

Headed for the number one hit country again



{repeat chorus}



Old dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes

Of a long lost favorite melody

It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care

And how he parted so soft, so sadden

And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero

Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking randolph valentino,

The gigolo from glasgow

But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo,

He's headed for the number one hit country again



{repeat chorus}

And it's true-a