Far Away Boys
Flogging Molly Lyrics

Well, I worked on a railroad, for tuppins a day
The singer worked hard labor for minimal pay.

I drank down one penny, the other I'd save
The singer was frugal with his earnings.

I hammered my hammer, for God knows how long
The singer worked tirelessly, day after day.

Well, into madness, with each setting sun
The arduous labor drove the artist to insanity.

I put my hair down, and I dreamt you were here
The artist longed for the presence of someone special.

With me by the old tree, where no one could care
The singer imagined a place of peace and solitude with that special person.

Far away boys, far away boys, away from you now
The singer is far from that special person.

I'm lying with my sweetheart, in her arm's I'll be found
Nevertheless, the artist finds comfort in imagining being with that special person.

Then the sun belched upon me, you were no longer here
The artist mourns the absence of the special person.

Lying in you place was my hammer and my gear
The artist is reminded of the labor that drove him to madness.

So I stamped out the fire that kept us both warm
The singer puts an end to something that once brought comfort.

The ashes were falling, like the snowdrops of old
The artist is surrounded by the remnants of something that has reached its end.

We came to a mountain, dynamite and she'll blow
The singer faces a challenge that calls for explosive action.

A big hole in that rock, like the one in my soul
The challenge has the potential to leave a great impact on the singer, similar to his emotional state.

We burried four workmen, they dug themselves well
The singer witnesses the deaths of fellow laborers.

From four empty coffins, to four early graves
The deceased laborers are buried and forever gone.

"They're only paddies just paddies, don't dig them too deep
The laborers are dismissed and deemed replaceable.

You'll need all your strength boys, they're replaced easily"
The value of human life in the labor industry is belittled and underappreciated.

With the heat I was melting into your sweet lips
The singer reminisces on a tender moment shared with the special person.

Ah, your kiss takes me back, takes me back from all this
The tender memory brings the artist back from a harsh reality.

Someone said it was Christmas, not a tree was in sight
The passage of time is marked but there are no signs of celebration.

The only thing growing was my will to die
The artist struggles to find a reason to continue living.

'Till the gaffer said "Men, your work here is done"
The labor comes to an end.

He said "I'll see you in hell, on that train we died for"
The artist experiences a bleak outlook on the future.

Never again, will I smell your sweet drink
The singer laments the loss of the special person.

But a piss-stained old gutter where, your lips used to be
What is left of the special person is only a memory of filth and decay.

Far away boys, far away boys, away from you now
The singer feels isolated and alone.

I'm lying with my sweetheart, in her arm's I'll be found
The artist finds solace in the thought of being reunited with the special person.