Lyrics
Subtitles ready[Intro] [fiddle lead melody, acoustic guitar strumming, driving drum beat] [Verse 1] [gritty male vocals] He came from rain and red brick towns with a name folk loved to round Irish-American blood and an old rust stare Boots half bare but he didn't care He kept no map, he kept no change Just a heart-lit spark and a restless flame Every port told him stay a while He grinned like trouble, flash that smile One more road, one more day He was born to move, not to stay [Chorus] [group shout-along vocals, fiddle doubles the vocal melody] Here's to the tale of the Irish-American renegade What was that adventure to the mines of Pittsburgh all the way to Mullingar Nothing will slow him down This is the tale of the Irish-American renegade [Instrumental Break] [fiddle solo with rapid trills and double stops] [Verse 2] He'd trade a coin for a shipboard ride For a storm that rolled in open wide Salt on his coat and mud on his boots He chased the wind like a holy truth If the fire burned he leaned in close If the hills called out he had to go No harbor mast could settle down He tipped his cap and turned around One more road, one more day He was born to move, not to stay [Chorus] Here's to the tale of the Irish-American renegade What was that adventure to the mines of Pittsburgh all the way to Mullingar Nothing will slow him down This is the tale of the Irish-American renegade [Bridge] [fiddle melody continues, drums maintain steady beat] [Verse 3] Let the quiet men keep their keys Their tidy homes and guaranteed sleep He'd rather lose it all in the wind Than never know where the world begins [Chorus] Here's to the tale of the Irish-American renegade What was that adventure to the mines of Pittsburgh all the way to Mullingar Nothing will slow him down This is the tale of the Irish-American renegade [Outro] [fiddle lead melody, final drum fill, cymbal crash]