All that trouble all that grief
That s why I had to leave
Staying away too tong is in defeat
Why I m singing this song
Why I m heading back home
That s what makes the Irish heart beat
I m just like a hobo riding a train
I m like a gangster living in Spain
Have to watch my back and I m running out of time
When I roll the dice again
If lady luck will call my name
That s what makes the Irish heart beat
Well that s what makes it beat
When I m standing on the street
And I m standing underneath this Wrigley s sign
Oh so far away from home
But I know I ve got to roam
That s what makes the Irish heart beat
And it was off to foreign climes
On the Piccadilly line
We were standing underneath the Wrigley s sign
So far away from home
Well I know I ve got to roam
That s what makes the Irish heart beat
Just like a sailor out on the foam
Any port in a storm
Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends
Down the corridors of fame
Like the spark ignites the flame
That s what makes the Irish heart beat
But I roll the dice again
If lady luck will call my name
That s what makes the Irish heart beat
Oh, that s what makes the Irish heart beat
That s what makes the Irish heart beat

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