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Trout Mask Replica (Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band) · Trout Farm (The Hoolapoppers) · Mozart: Clarinet Quintet; Schubert: Trout Quintet; Adagio & Rondo (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Trout Mask Replica (Captain Beefheart) · Going Up, Going Down...The Anthology 1968-2001 (Stan Webb) · Going Up, Going Down...The Anthology 1968-2001 (Stan Webb) · Going Going Gone (Information Society) · When the Going Gets Tough the Tough Get Going (Bow Wow Wow) · Down Down Down (Lollipop) · The Best of Little Walter, Vol. 2 (Little Walter) – and 90 other albums »


the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in
the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the sun go down on Galway Bay, 

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, 
The women in the meadows making hay; 
And to sit beside a turf fire
the sun go down on galway bay 

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout-stream 
The women in the meadows making hay 
For to sit beside at her fire in
the moon rise over Claddagh

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay
the sun go down on Galway Bay 
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream 

The women in the meadows making hay 
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in
the sun go down on Galway Bay. 
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadow making hay.
Just to sit beside a turf fire in
what I was going to do

Then I saw her
Standing at the altar
Of everlasting life
Standing there
With a boy named Walter
Expecting her to be his wife
But I guess that's ok 'cause maybe someday
I know just how it's going to be
You'll ride up on a steed and get down on one knee
And say Mary will you
have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D. were born to M.C.
And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not
going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game's sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh)
We so sophisticated (Ugh)
Shit so
By Supe Granda and Walter Egan

I've got a leaky ceiling rain keeps pouring on my head
This old house of mine's 'bout run out of time
I've got
going to be
You'll ride up on a steed and get down on 1 knee
And say Mary will you marry me please
I've got everything that I need right in front of me
People sing about the coming of spring
But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain
It's insane and I'm still in the same gang
The way
People sing about the coming of spring
But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain
It's insane and I'm still in the same gang
The way
trout

And the butcher stops and winds his watch and lays their lives down on the block
He raises up his hatchet and the big hand strikes a compromise
like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard
First part of a party, that I
trying to say that I'm the greatest yet
But I will say I'm going down that bench

[Chorus]

[JD]
Yo' uh yeah (Up In Here) every time that 
Every
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!

Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
my brain
You ain't my daddy
You ain't my father
You're water, Walter
And my sister Laniesha
She really ain't your daughter
Now my momma got a real man

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