Crooked Jack Songtext
von John Doyle

Of Irishmen, bold young and stern
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than working down a hole

I was tall and true, all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I′m known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack

Now the ganger′s blue-eyed boy was I
Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
I could work hard hours and long

I was tall and true, all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack


And I curse the day that I went away
To work on the hydro dam
For sweat and tears, our hopes and fears
Brought up in shuffling jams

I was tall and true, all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I′m known and it′s not my own
They call me Crooked Jack

And I've seen old men before their time
Their faces drawn and grey
But I never thought so soon would mine
Be lying in the cell same way

I was tall and true, all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I′m known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack

And they say that honest toil is good
For the spirit and the soul
But believe me boys, it′s for sweat and blood
That they want you down a hole


I was tall and true, all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it′s not my own
They call me Crooked Jack
I was tall and true, all of six foot two
But they broke me across the back
By a name I'm known and it's not my own
They call me Crooked Jack