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Saturday  Afternoon Im sitting in a pub drinking coffee Theres a big crowd already in Most of the boys are drinking Guinness Except for an old doll drinking gin. There's horse racing starting  on the tv and the guys start reading the form The noise is starting to get louder The bar 's starting to get warm. I can see that the guys aren't winning You can tell by the sound of their sighs But theres a fast horse starting to run now Their moneys on at sixes and fives The ***** is starting to work good Its doing its usual routine The old girl is starting to drop off And the guys are begining to sing Its just a usual ***** Saturday Like the ones that went by before A weekend of drinking and gambling Finish your drink and away out the door. I dont know why I'm sitting down here Theres nothing at all here for me Except some long gone memories and a want for how things used to be. So i rise and finish off my cold coffee And head for my house down the street A want in my guts for a cold beer And a shot of  strong whiskey drank neat            Pat Rooney 2013
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
Saturday Afternoon
Saturday  Afternoon Im sitting in a pub drinking coffee Theres a big crowd already in Most of the boys are drinking Guinness Except for an old doll drinking gin. There's horse racing starting  on the tv and the guys start reading the form The noise is starting to get louder The bar 's starting to get warm. I can see that the guys aren't winning You can tell by the sound of their sighs But theres a fast horse starting to run now Their moneys on at sixes and fives The ***** is starting to work good Its doing its usual routine The old girl is starting to drop off And the guys are begining to sing Its just a usual ***** Saturday Like the ones that went by before A weekend of drinking and gambling Finish your drink and away out the door. I dont know why I'm sitting down here Theres nothing at all here for me Except some long gone memories and a want for how things used to be. So i rise and finish off my cold coffee And head for my house down the street A want in my guts for a cold beer And a shot of  strong whiskey drank neat            Pat Rooney 2013
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
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