Christy Moore – Rosalita And Jack Campbell (Guitar)

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In a bar room in Belfast, into his pint glass,

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Jack Campbell he sang as last orders were called.

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The bar stool was his mustang, he swayed as his wife sang,

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at the gunfire that rang around the O.K. Corrall

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Her name was Anita, he called her Rosalita,

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when the beer and the whiskey it went to his head.

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To him she's whisper "let's take a wee dander,

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to where we'll be cosy in our little homestead".

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When the sun goes behind the black mountain,

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street demons come out to dance.

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And cowboys who sing about gunfights and Indians,

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against sub-machine guns they haven't a chance.

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As homeward they rambled, Rosalita and Jack Campbell

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called in to their local fast-food takeaway.

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As they danced round the chippie, singing yippee-aye-yippee

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the crowd in the queue answered Yippe-aye-yay!

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Till a car it came cruising, seeking a victim,

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Jack turned in confusion when he saw the gun.

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His last word was "Jesus..." the trigger was squeazed

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Jack fell to his knees and the car it was gone.

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When the sun goes behind the black mountain,

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street demons come out to dance.

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And cowboys who sing about gunfights and Indians,

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against sub-machine guns they haven't a chance.

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The years passed over, behind her closed door,

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Anita she sank into Prozac and gin.

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Her nights and her days spent in a haze

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down the lonesome road thinking what might have been.

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Rosalita, the dark senorita, still waiting to hear

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from Jack Campbell her man.

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He whispers to her "let's ride into the sunset"

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Heaven's only one step from the old Rio Grande

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When the sun goes behind the black mountain,

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street demons come out to dance.

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And cowboys who sing about gunfights and Indians,

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against sub-machine guns they haven't a chance.

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And way out beyond the black mountain,

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Rosalita and Jack Campbell dance,

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Where troubles and old songs are forgotten and gone,

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And dreamers still hold onto love and romance.