Lyrics
Subtitles ready[Intro] [driving acoustic guitar strumming, fiddle melody, drum kit enters] [Verse 1] [baritone male vocals] When I heard they was haulin' me to that nursing home I thought to myself the worst but I'd gotten there It's decked out with a bar and a barman It's a full-on Irish pub; now a man sat me down said "brother you made it" I said "hell yeah me, sons and daughters thought very much of me" Then a lass in the corner piped up the Lord comes in here too sometimes I said how is that so and she said '"cause" [Chorus] [full band, fiddle playing melodic hook] You're in the nursing home Irish pub me lad our time may be done But the good times aren't there's no last call it's 24/7 The Lord knows he'll be calling us home anyway [Verse 2] [acoustic guitar and drums continue] Now I happen to be next to the jukebox meself put on some Dubliners and Clancy Then sat down for a red and stout another lad walks up to me saying "Come on over to the wee fire lad boy we got some stories to tell ye" Then I sat meself down in the rocking chair heard a man telling a ship story And next thing I know he said he's Donegal Danny and he's the one that song is about Said those cries of drowning men still haunt him to this day And so I rose up shouted "toast to Donegal Danny and his past friends" [Chorus] [fiddle and tin whistle unison melody] You're in the nursing home Irish pub me lad our time may be done But the good times aren't there's no last call it's 24/7 The Lord knows he'll be calling us home anyway [Verse 3] One night we had live music; turned out it was an American deer We couldn't think anything of it though, we were too drunk to care Then the nursing staff said "pipe down wee lads," yeah we'll pipe down once the Lord calls us home The owner came in, "who invited this fecking deer in me pub" He dragged it out on its feet then a real band came in They loved to party just like us And we started partying like it's 1949 [Chorus] [group backing vocals join] You're in the nursing home Irish pub me lad our time may be done But the good times aren't there's no last call it's 24/7 The Lord knows he'll be calling us home anyway [Bridge] [fiddle solo, high energy] To all me lads and lasses our time has come but until then We'll be drinking holy water from the keg till the day the Lord comes for us [Outro] [full band crescendo] You're in the nursing home Irish pub me lad our time may be done But the good times aren't there's no last call it's 24/7 The Lord knows he'll be calling us home anyway [final fiddle flourish, drum fill, sustained guitar chord]