My Wide Irish Roads

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A (mostly) true story about a road trip many years ago on a hairpin turn on a cliff overlooking the ocean in the north of the Republic of Ireland. Vocals by Dan and the Dannettes, with backup by The Danster Quartet Minus One. "My Wide Irish Roads" is on my Album, "The Fun Stuff" at https://funnyharp.com/albums.html Lyrics only Copyright 1983 by Dan Veaner As we drove in our car north of Donegal Bay Driving up past Dungloe and Gweedore We could not but reflect on the beautiful day And in truth both our spirits did soar. The path traced the top Of a ninety foot drop And the ocean lay glorious below When an automobile With abandon and zeal Barreled toward us, and fast, don't you know! My wide Irish roads The sweetest roads I know Though we drove at a creep We knocked off three sheep On my wide Irish roads... My wide Irish roads I really liked them loads We tried not to hog But we just missed a dog When we drove on those wide Irish roads. Well we fastened our seat belts and tried out a prayer As we pulled as far left as could go When the car barreled past us with nary a care You could feel the cliff tremble below. As we cautiously crawled the car sputtered and stalled As we forward resumed at a creep But we hadn't gone far when our poor little car Was surrounded by hundreds of sheep. My wide Irish roads The sweetest roads I know That hog sure looked good When it bounced off the hood On my wide Irish roads... My wide Irish roads Are filled with sheep and goats We started a row Drove under a cow And had milk on my wide Irish roads. Now the scenery was lovely beyond our belief And the ocean below us was vast But we both heaved a monstrous sigh of relief When we pulled on the highway at last My heart is still there with the crystal sea air And the sun setting o'er Tory sound, But I don't want to drive I liked being alive On that grand two-lane highway we found. My wide Irish roads the sweetest roads I know When I fall asleep I count cows and sheep On my wide Irish roads... My wide Irish roads Are filled with sheep and goats It just defies words The size of those herds Grazing right on my wide Irish roads.

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