The Pogues - Bottle of Smoke

      
 
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 #***BOTTLE OF SMOKE - by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer
 #from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"
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 #Bottle Of Smoke - as perfomed by The Pogues
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 #Intro:
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 Thanks and praises
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 Thanks to Jesus
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 I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
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 I went to hell
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 And to the races
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 To bet on the Bottle of Smoke
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 The day being clear
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 The sky being bright
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 He came up on the left
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 Like a streak of light
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 Like a drunken fuck
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 On a Saturday night
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 Up came the Bottle of Smoke
 
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 Twenty fucking five to one
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 Me gambling days are done
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 I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
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 And my horse won
 
 
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 Stewards inquiries
 Swift and fiery
 I had the Bottle of Smoke
 Inquisitions and suppositions
 I had the Bottle of Smoke
 
 Fuck the stewards
 A trip to Lourdes
 Might give the old fuckers
 The power of sight
 Screaming springers and stoppers
 And call out coppers
 But the money still gleams in my hand like a light
 
 
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 Bookies cursing
 Cars reversing
 I had the Bottle of Smoke
 Glasses steaming
 Vessels bursting
 I had the Bottle of Smoke
 Slip a fifty to the wife
 And for each brat a crisp new five
 To give me a break on a Saturday night
 When I had the Bottle of Smoke
 Priests and maidens
 Drunk as pagans
 They had the Bottle of Smoke
 Sins forgiven and celebrations
 They had the Bottle of Smoke
 
 Fuck the Yanks
 And drink their wives
 The moon is clear
 The sky is bright
 I'm happy as the horses shite
 Up came the Bottle of Smoke