Story Behind The Song

In 2003 I traveled to Ireland for a month, I just booked a plane ticket and brought my guitar, playing in the streets and in any pubs that would have me. I stayed with the family of the guy sitting next to me on the plane, I played a bar called "The Moving Stairs" in County Roscommon the day of the biggest Gaelic Football game of the year. This song is about traveling through Ireland, buying a pack of cigarettes for the first time, falling alseep on benches, and dancing with your sweetheart.

Song Description

A wide-eyed pub waltz about seeing a pair of eyes flash at you across a smokey barroom and then disappear, leaving you standing their dumbfounded, with your mouth open

Lyrics

With her dancing shoes on, like some furious dawn
She slips through the faces in the crowd
Three sheets to the wind, I?ve been whiskey?d I?ve been ginned
And I?m breaking out, I?m screaming so loud

Well she?s wounded, but her hair is on fire
And she sings like an angel in the choir
Can?t see roses without seeing the briars
So I had to let her go . . .

And she left me with those Irish eyes
Oh she left me with those Irish eyes

There?s one thing I remember when I was staring down the line
All you sweethearts are just criminals in disguise
And the local boys, they?re all screaming
Like they?re the last living souls alive
And I?m stumbling through the door like a fool tonight

Well this heart?s full of whiskey and blues
And she spins in her dancing shoes
Hey, if I can?t win, I?m gonna play like I can?t lose
So she had to let me go . . .

And she left me with those Irish eyes
Oh she left me with those Irish eyes