00:26Friday night on the Cobbles, Temple Bar was packed real tight
00:29Blackstout pouring cold, neon burning through the night
00:32Old Rory sat with his brothers laughing loud at the tavern door
00:36When a shadow kicked it open and let it slam against the floor
00:39Sean walked in with blood in his eye, wearing worn-out leather shoes
00:42Gripping on a wooden teardrop case like he had nothing left to lose
00:46Yelled, Rory, get off your stool, I'm tired of your bragging mouth
00:49We're gonna settle this score right now, no talking our way out
00:52The whole damn bar went quiet, stepped back against the wall
00:56Pints were set on the counter while we're waiting on the blood to fall
00:59Rory slowly popped his latches, pulled that horsehair bowed real tight
01:02Said, if you want more, boy, you picked the right damn night
01:06Blackstout, boy!
01:08Ain't no fist to tell the bar, just steel against the sky
01:11Play until your knuckles cramp when the pop floor starts to crack
01:14When the fiddle takes a bite, the mandolin bites right back
01:17Who's gonna fall, who's gonna stand when the fiddle beats the wind in a wild Irish hand?
01:21Sean didn't waste a second, brought that mandolin to his chest
01:24Said, watch your fingers, Rory, cause you're staring at the best
01:27He planted his boots and sawdust, gave a deadly country sneer
01:31And launched into the woodwork with a sound that shook the beer
01:48It was trembling off their chins, their knuckles wide as bone
01:52Neither man was yielding ground, neither missing a single tone
01:56Sean lit out a breathless gas, rested his pick upon the bar
01:59Said, brother, that damn pie was yours, it's the finest thing by far
02:02All right, I'll get down the sound and on the back
02:04And when your starlight might hit the sound of that wood track
02:07I'll be a boy, you gasp boy, and teach me how you can't
02:10I'll treat you every dog trick down to make some devil sick
02:13Draw that bone, drop that wood, and the sparks fly high
02:16Ain't no fist to tell the bar, just steel against the sky
02:19Play until your knuckles cramp when the pop floor starts to crack
02:22When the fiddle takes a bite, the mandolin bites right back
02:25Who's gonna fall, who's gonna stand when the fiddle meets the wind in a wild Irish hand?
02:30Yeah, teach me how you chop, I'll show you how to bowl
02:34Two kings in Temple Bar
02:38Drinkin' to the show
02:39Come on
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