Gaelic Storm - Out the Road lyrics

The crowds and clouds are gathering near Lady Luck is in my ear I've had a couple of jars to ease my mind The score is on and I'm on the line Seven hundred down on ol' Malone If I lose, I'm dead when I get home He's pacing his steps, his ready for his run I'll be up a ton, if I win this one Chorus Bring a hat, bring a scarf Bring a brolly, bring a mac Bring a wee drop of goodness And a warm anorak At the side of the road You'd better stand back Let's roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em Roll 'em 'fore the rain comes in Car coats, cloth caps, Wellington work boots Red, green, blue and yellow polyester track suits Trailers and the tractors are trying to get through If you're gaggin' for a 'jimmy', the hedge will have to do! Chorus Hoppin' down the road the cannonball's flyin' Twenty-eight ounces of steel and iron Clouds are here, I'll take that bet; The judges and the gypsies are gonna get wet! Chorus It's chucking down buckets are we gonna keep going? Hurley's out ahead, he wants to keep throwing Malone's got to catch up with him somehow I'll be down and out if he quits now Up to our necks in the water and mud In the trees there's rumors we're off to the pub Last shot's away, we start to run I hope it's good and I hope I won! Chorus