Drive That Crooked Coast

Placid pool and riverrun by garden's end
And by the window, a watching doggy still attends
And you loved the blues, and the summer sky
Cried the blues for you
And I hope it reaches you

A pint of stout, or a wee Black Bush, or a glass of red
And your legendary whiskey measures were the size of my head
And you loved the blues, and the July moon
Shone blue for you
And I hope it reaches you

To the Antrim Glens and the open air, your humility
And you loved to drive that crooked coast 'till you reached the sea
And you loved the blues, and the band in church
Played the blues for you
And I hope it reaches you

They brought you home in sheets of white from toe to head
And at the end, you just wanted to be in your own bed
And you loved the blues, and so I'll play
My little blues for you
And I hope it reaches you



Credits
Writer(s): Neill Dougan
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