Tiger Town Songtext
von The Eastern

Well the city looked bright when we were passing through
Your face was white and your heart was blue
And your brother′s friends they get weary too
And the lies they are all planned
Well I hold fast to my hope
It's about all I can manage
Well I remember true every one of you
And here′s a salutation

Well take me down to Tiger Town
It's where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing 'em long and we′ll sing ′em true
Take me down to Tiger Town
It's where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing ′em long and we'll sing ′em true


Well find me, Lord, a harbor town
Where the streets lead to the water
Well I need a coffee shop or two
And a bar on every corner
So shotgun grab the banjo
And Nigel get your stick
Well Big John get us walkin' girls
And talk your singing quick
We′ll get a beer for Shane the married Lord
And keep him whiskey free
If there's a story that needs telling
Well I guess it's up to me

Well take me down to Tiger Town
It′s where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing ′em long and we'll sing ′em true
Take me down to Tiger Town
It's where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing ′em long and we'll sing ′em true
Hey, hey

Well take me down to Tiger Town
It's where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing 'em long and we′ll sing ′em true
Take me down to Tiger Town
It's where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing ′em long and we'll sing ′em true


So for Kelly-Anne, the Captain, man
And old man Jackson too
For city friends and harbor loves
We'll raise a glass for you
Well we′ll offer thanks to the family Shanks
And honey Kay and Rose
Well we'll hold one now for Paddy, man
And everybody that he knows
Well for pints, corn, snaps and pirates, man
For Papa C and the baby
For Motown and the country men
And them small town ladies
For the cartel drunks and Frankie Quinn
And Misty and her Jimmy
Well we'll meet you down at the Wandebo′s
And if we don′t then please forgive me
Well for Emma Lynn and babies
Heartbreakers we knew
Every foul-mouthed Maori poet
And for Puffin maybe two
Well for Jesse and Lucy, man
Roses far and wide
Well for Pocky Poll and the echoes, man
We'll spend till forty-five
Well for Philly Everett, the Lord
And West Coast too
Bubba, Bubba, Chris and the sweethearts
Man, we′ll be hanging on to you
Well for pretty Jo and her boyfriends
To the meddlers across the sea
If we ever share a bar room
Man, the drinking is on me, yeah

Well take me down to Tiger Town
It's where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing ′em long and we'll sing ′em true
Take me down to Tiger Town
It's where I lay my body down
Tell them stories and bullshit too
Sing 'em long and we′ll sing ′em true
Hey