Ireland, Oh Ireland

Drill Ye Tarriers, Drill

St. Paddy's Wagon

Black Eyed Susan

A Sheep For Mr. Wolff

Ah Dee Oh Da

The Poteen Man

Me Father Was A Shepherd

The Choir From Hell

The Shirt That No One Wore

My Donegal

Every Step Of The Road

Every Step Of The Road

My boots they've been to the mountains
My boots they've been to the sea
My boots they walked through the desert
A hard hearted lover is she

I hitched a ride up the North land
To only visit, you know
There's more to lose than your boots, man
Her beauty so deep and so cold

The mud on my boots
It'll never hold roots
And no one remembers my name
To live on the wheel
Sure it has it's appeal
If you don't mind the wind
And you don't mind the rain

I've laughed at thunder and lightning
I've cried with pleasure and pain
I've run from trouble like teardrops
All wash away with the rain

I'll leave no trace of my foot steps
I'll leave your humble abode
My boots belong to this big world
They love each step of the road

© Trip McCool/ Dennis Dougherty