Finnigan - Moccasin Creek, Brenn Hill

Up Indian Canyon all the way down Argyle all the way down Nine Mile

You’ll hear his name

The drunks in the trailer park, Game Wardens ridin' ‘round in the dark

Doesn’t matter who they are

They all love him just the same

They all say, «Hey Finnigan, it’s always good to see you again

I still remember when you were drillin' for coal

You’re one helluva sawmill man so put a cold one in your hand

And by the way Old Finnigan, Blake says hello»

The fair at Emory County good folks all around me the conversation drowns me

When he walks in

The old rough coal miners and the dry land farmers young ‘uns and the old

timers they all turn and

Say, «Hey there’s Fin!»

And they say, «Hey Finnigan, it’s always good to see you again

I still remember when you were drillin' for coal

You’re one helluva sawmill man so put a cold one in your hand

And by the way Old Finnigan, Brenn says hello»

Bridge:

I’ve been all around this wild and crazy world

I’ve met folks from every walk of life

The rich the poor the Jew the gentile boys and girls

I’ve only met one woman I could ever call my wife

And there’s only one Finnigan it’s always good to see him again

I’ve heard all the stories of when he was drillin' for coal

He’s one helluva sawmill man so put a cold one in his hand

Then you tell Old Finnigan I said hello, Brenn says hello

You tell Old Finnigan, I said hello