Johnny Tarr Gaelic Storm

Lemme tell you a little story about a man named Johnny Tarr
He was a hard drinking son of a preacher, always at the bar
Lager from the tap or shots of Paddy from the shelf
He could open his throttle and throw back a bottle as quick as the devil himself! Johnny Tarr

And the word got around that Johnny Tarr was no pretender
From Clare to here they'd lock up the beer when Johnny went on a bender
Down at Dickey Mack's, the Rising Sun, or at the Swan
He was drinking at seven by ten to eleven well all the booze would be gone! Johnny Tarr!

Chorus:
And even if you saw it yourself, you wouldn't believe it
But I wouldn't trust a person like me, if I were you
Sure I wasn't there, I swear I have an alibi
I heard it from a man who knows a fella’ who says it's true!

It was nine in the morning, on a cold and rainy night
Johnny walked into the Castle Bar, looking to get tight
He had money in his pocket, he had whiskey in his eye
He said: "Get up off your asses and set up your glasses, I'm drinking this place dry!"

Now all the serious boozers, they were soon broken hearted
When Johnny finished off six and he was only getting started
Guzzling down the pints, knockin' 'em back like candy
He was lookin' alright to be drinkin' all night, then Nora brought out the brandy! Johnny Tarr!