Take Away - The Kelly Family

At 18 years old

And i ran the farm

This men came in with arms

They burnt the house

They took our lands

They broke our living plants

Me father said

If you want to live

You fight them like a man

So I punched their nose

And then I kicked their ass

But then my hands were cuffed

Take away, take away, take away

Take it away, my son

Give a litle heart break, give a little soul

6 hungry years

Behind the bars

Were not enough for me

To change my mind

For fighting for my brothers

From the tree

So t 24 I get on my horse and fought my enemy

But at the fields of play they shot me in the back

Well, at least I did die free

Take away…

Give a little…

Lalala lalala lalalalalalalala

Take away…

Now my bodie is dead and my spirit lives up

Here with other Saints

St. Patrick and I having fun

And drinking tons of beer

Meanwhile on Earth the irish clans

Are fighting for their land

I wish I were there with my gun in my hand

Fighting for them to be free

Take away…

Oh please don’t

Take away…