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Poteen Man

Celtic Moonshiner moves to America and invents NASCAR. (lyrics in description) I brew just enough for friends and me kin But the church and the law they tell me it's a sin I'm going away, farewell Ireland I'll not lick the boots of the Black and the Tan New York, New York Ameri-kay I'll loose my mind if I stay here a day Nicked an old horse and headed due South To find a wench and a good Public House I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man From County Wicklow to the Carolina sand I'm the Poteen Man, I'm the Poteen Man Making my way in a new found land Set up a trade in East Caroline To cultivate the Celtic Moonshine When two bloody rozzers they bashed in me still I grabbed up me pipes and I run for the hills Blue mountains above Green valleys below For sure it's the mirror of my Wick-a-low Hollers and Rivers and caves for to hide They'll never catch me on this mountainside CHORUS Now isn't it grand, oh isn't it great My car she's the envy of this Bloody State The coppers they call her the Devils Machine She runs on a mixture of gas and Poteen Oh Moonshine dear Moonshine oh how I love thee Ya killed me ol' father but ah now try me So bless all Moonshiners and bless all Moonshine Their breath smells as sweet as the due on the vine.