words and music

It's a long, long way from Clare here
It's a long, long way from Clare here
Oh it's a long, long way it gets further day by day
It's a long, long way from Clare here

When Friday night comes around, he's only into fighting
My ma would like a letter home, but I'm too tired for writing
And the only time I feel all right is when I'm into drinking
It eases off the pain a bit and levels out my thinking

it's a long, long way from Clare to here.