Ranting Lads Lyrics & Chords By The Whisky Priests

The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine "Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this mighty boat of mine?" Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at...read more

You don't like the sound of the truth Coming from my mouth You say that I like the proof Baby that might be so I might get to the end of my life Find out everyone was lying ...read more

If the wild bird could speak He'd tell of places you have been He's been in my dreams And he knows all the ways of the wind Polly come home again Spread your wings to the...read more

If today was not a crooked highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all Yes and only if my own true...read more

Sitting down on a country fence post Sitting down watchin' trucks roll by Sitting down under the light of day now You know that I won't tell you no lies I've been here for an...read more