Smokie - Celtic Days

In a smoke filled room in a back ally bar with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised Those were my Celtic days My second hand shoes aint got no value But a part ime job will bring in what I need coz my school books I had to steal or borrow so my school days, were few and far between In a smoke filled room in back ally bar with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised those were my Celtic days Lismoe-ahan some days would seem so empty We'd watch the longboats bringing in the grain We three brothers sitting down and plans aplenty the end resuld we all agreed would be the same In a smoke filled room in back ally bar with a fiddle in song against Paddy's guitar the stakes get raised where the black stuff's praised those were my Celtic days The three of us somehow we made the distance The rolling hills afar the sea is getting near The war is over work is what we're seeking not long now we'll be sat down sipping bear In a smoke filled room in back ally bar.....